I Cut Myself to Stop the Pain

Red Tears... She was in class. She couldn't concentrate. Her leg was bobbing u pand down and she couldn't stare at one thing for more than a few seconds. The urges are crawling through her veins like a bug. She has to use the blade, and lucky her, she has a fresh one in her bag just waiting to be used. She is trying to ignore the urge and concentrate but she can't. Every part of her is wilting away like a flower without water. This girl is losing power with each minute that goes by. She can hear the monster in her head. "Just do it. Go to the bathroom with the blade, and you will feel better." This is exactly what she did. When no one was looking, she slipped the blade into her pocket, and walked into the bathroom. She picks out a stall and sits down. The girl puts the shiny blade into her hands and stares at it. This blade is her comfort zone. Her sanity. The only thing that makes her calm. She presses it against her wrist and it is the easiest thing in the world. The long cut across her wrist looks like something unspoken. No words could explain. These are her cries, her tears pouring out of her wrist. It's almost like she can jump into her open cut and escape in her own pain. Unfortunately, no one can bring her back from it.