The movies....
The blood drips down my arm and falls onto the counter
of the bathroom i grew up in.
It makes a puddle on the grey marble.
The red splashes and geta further distence than i thought it would.
The pain hits me.
I start to cry.
This is the deepest cut i have ever made.
I like that fact.
It makes me feel like something special.
my thoughts turn to my parents who are screaming about money.
i cut agian trying to make the fear, and anger, and pain go away.
It makes me feel better, a relise of emotions that i dont have to talk about.