The Last Time

I close my eyes,I'm sitting there crying my heart out. i have never felt so cold, my heart has never felt so broken. i cannot stand the pain that you have put me through. but why do i feel this way and you don't? you were lucky that you never had to feel the pain that you put me through. i cry cause you just left me there, without saying goodbye or telling me that it was over. this pain is just too real. i open my eyes, i look around this room of mine. i am seeking for something sharp, something that i call a "pain reliever". i run out into the room in front of me, my eyes fix upon an exacto knife. at last i have found something, i grab it. i run back into my room while i close the door behind me. i stare at it, it looks more than sharp, it looks deadly. i take it in my right hand, and press it into my soft, fleshy wrist. i run it from my wrist up to near my elbow. i look down and theres more blood that i expected. for this will be the last cut for him, my pain will be set free...... or so i thought