Please help me, little razorblade!

*NOTE* I do not or have ever cut/ harmed myself in any way...

Staring at you all day.

I think my face is starting to look like this O_o

I can't touch you,

Not in public.

Maybe if I make it quick, it won't matter.

No. I can't do that.

Since you're clearly not willing to help, I guess I'll just walk away.

Or maybe not...

I pick the razorblade off the counter,

Inhale, and jam it into my neck.

I feel the pain, it's everlasting.

I fall in my pool of blood,

The life draining from my eyes.

I guess not all stories have happy endings.

Author's Note

whacha think?