I Think I Will Cut

I take the blade from my dresser, sliding my fingers against it, just feeling the blade..it’s cold and sharp..exactly how I like them to be. I pull up my hoodie sleeve, swiftly letting the blade hover over my wrist. I push the blade down, and with a quick movement, it’s all over. The blood pours down my hand, dripping onto the shirt my Father had given me. I’m dizzy now. Not knowing what’s going on. I try to stand, but fall. Blood is now on my clothes and face. I lay there, color fading to black_________________________________________________________dead.