pain

someone that helpd me out of causing anymore damage to myself

pain

I press the cold,sleek

metal against my skin. I slowly drag it across

my wrist. the

pain

 gives me a sick rush.

the warmth spreads through out my arm.

and a small smile spreads across my face.

I know this is wrong but I cant stop.

no one has noticed this far I tend to keep it that way.

the knife rests on my shelf until I need it again.

someone finds out and tells me its wrong.

I try to stop but the emotional

pain

is to great.

now my knife is halfway on and

halfway off my shelf.

Reviews

[youngteen]

loved it! i wrote somthing just like it