My wrists go numb awaiting the cut that will end the pain. I run around frantically trying to find a blade. The addiction is stronger than any other drug. Because it lets go of all the pain that has built up. Just a moment more of torture then it all disappears. Just floats away along with my tears. But one cut is never enough. Not for the hurt caused by love. I take the blade and press it slowly to my heart. Just a little blood from which my life did start.
