A life

The knife was there in front of me
i looked at it's silver surface
i saw my reflection looking up at me telling me that i was worthless
all i could do was listen and cry
i didn't wont to hear it any more
i slid the blade along my arm
it stung for a moment
the knife was no longer silver
it was stained red
drowning out the voices
all i did was smile as the pain left
and the darkness wrapped around me