Gently slice my flesh,just enough to make the blood drip down slowly,so I can enjoy the release of the pain.
Blood so red as the red rose with the hundred throns.
Back where I started ,because there might be a chance to live longer,maybe. I walk to the window, close the blind and sit back down on the bed and wipe the blood on the bedding.
It did work alittle, to release the pain at first ,but it came back
reminding me that I am still broken, and always will be.