First Cut Is The Deepest
First cut is the deepest Sharpener blade in hand, empty bathroom stall. The first cut, to forget seeing what I saw. To forget the feeling of hurt and treachery. The second cut, for punishing myself. For punishing myself to never have learned from my mistakes. My mistakes, which I keep making again and again and again. The third cut, for never having the guts to pull out of the vicious circle. The vicious circle, I had every bit of contribution in the creation of. The fourth cut, stemmed from self-deprivation. Deprivation, because I don’t deserve to be happy. The fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth cuts, because it felt good to feel. To feel anything, even if pain. The ninth and tenth, to see the fresh stream of blood. Blood, the color which represents love, and most conveniently, pain . Your death isn’t something that happens to you. It’s something that happens to those around you, to those who care about you. For you it’s an impulsive decision, over in a second. ...