As you sit stairing into nothing
you move you hand over you heart to feel nothing
As you open your bloodstained book looking for your blade someone knocks on the door
just like everynight you sit and as you say good night and yes im fine your voice begins to tremble
as you find the blade bloodstained from last nights session you see that the blood isnt dry, you take your hand away from the blade only to see your own blood on your fingers still warm.
a warm tear begins to trickle down your face it takes a leap from your numb lip to you hand where it\'s cold.
you finally pick up your blade getting ready for your normal night ritual
another scar on your numb skin
another blood stained wrist
once again wishing that tonight you wont wake up
