The warmth from my wrist mixes with the pain.
The blood trickles around it and falls,
drop by drop,
to the floor.
It doesn't hurt now.
The numbness has spread up my arm,
and wrapped me in a blanket of warm serenity.
I smile to myself as I watch the blood spill from the wound.
My vision starts to blur.
I'm losing too much blood.
That's enough bleeding for now.
I turn on the water to wash away the evidence.
I gently wrap up my wrist and pull down my sleeve.
I walk back to my room
and slied the small blade inbetween my matresses.
"So lon, my friend," I think to myself.
"See you soon."
