I see myself slashing my wrists
crashing to the floor, my eyes are shut open. I’m forced to see what I’m doing to myself.
One hand stabs my skin the other is holding the blood so that it doesn’t run out.
Banned again with my eyes open until I finally decide to close them.
Darkness slowly descends.
I feel completely lost and lonely.
Alone inside my eyes.
The darkness of my interior organs hinders me to observe what is going on.
I’m bound to feel IT all.
I’m feeling all the pain and sadness piercing my bones. I feel noises and screams penetrating my viscid organs. I perceive Injustice and Hate slapping my face.
I’m back outside of myself.
My wrists are completely open.
Blood is flooding like water in a broken sink.
My face looks pale.
I peer into my eyes and I see immense sadness.
I am screaming from the outside of my body.
I’m punching the wall.
I don’t exist. I have murdered myself. I don’t exist.
I look back at my face. She remained there staring at me. She has not abandoned me not even now after I have abused her body. She is still here watching over me. She is still here taking care of my untethered soul. She will be here with me.