The habit I can't escape.
I open my skin again
This time without reason.
I glide the blade along my red wrists.
A feeling of relief washed over me
A feeling I haven't felt in a while.
I thought I was past this.
Stronger.
But it was all a lie
It was my feelings
Held tight
Captured close no way out.
I always give up
I grab the razor again.
One slice won't hurt, right?
No one notices one cut, right?
No one. Notices.
I watch the tissue soak
The color changed from white to red.
I would cry.
I have before, many times.
I have no tears left to shed.
This leaves me and the blade.
Face to face
Skin to metal contact
Will this cycle end?