drops of worthlessness

I use to shiver at the thought of cutting myself, but your words cut right into me, sharper than a blade, I would know, because I’ve felt the blade pierce my skin, but it was all numb. Where was the hurt I should feel as I watched the blood drip down my arm. Worthless. I may be numb on the outside, but the inside is constant pain, when will it stop. I stare in tears as I watch drops of worthlessness drain from my body. Until there is nothing more to drop.