The tip of the icy blade touches my fragile skin,
I grasp it tightly and drag it across my wrists.
Pain starts shooting up my arm.
Droplets of crimson blood start seeping out.
More and more,it doesn't stop.
An unexplainable bliss fills me.
Watching the blood seep out.
I feel calm , soothed and content.
I'm relesing all my pain,my hate from each drop.
The wound closes up, the blood stops seeping out.
My blissful heaven is gone.
My wonderful high is gone.
The harsh reality comes back to me.
All that is left of my heaven are scars.
With each tell a story,
A story that only I know.