It was the blade;
Which curved my arms
With words made into artistic lines
Which i couldnt express it to anyone
It was mesmerising
I thought,
To see the dark red blood
Flowing over my hand
The blood guided its way upto my elbow
I didnt bother to clean,
Instead stared at it
The pain wasnt still enough
As it helped me to calm down
the blade was my escape;
From everything that was happening around me
From everyone that stabbed my heart
The poker straight marks on my hand
Didnt stop my tears
Instead it reminded me of them
The ones who hurt me
But still i kept convincing my mind
To keep on cutting through my flesh
what was it for?
I never bothered to answer that question
i had no reply for it
For what i was doing was dumb
I was bleeding and i was tired
I couldnt do anything
Everything was black
And it was frightening .
-f.f.f
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