no regrets

Locked in my own little world.

Don't want to come out now matter what.

Find a shiny object on my dresser

Pretty,shiny,sharp object

Should I use it?

Should I let my worries just run out of me like a river?

Or should I let them come out in my dark writings?

It's complicated to say.

Reach for the pen

Reach for the razor

Weight the options

Which one will really help?

Grip the pen,

Nothing happeneds.

No releif of this pain.

Grip the razor,

pain shoots up my arm like electricity,

a crimson river runs through my fingures,

as if my skin was cut like butter.

no regrets of what happeneds next

no regrets of the death of the poor little girl locked in her room