Till Death Do Us Part

i scream the pain out from my mouth as the sunlight fell for search of the darkness. My voice echoes off these bedroom walls, coming back to me. once more I release my scared cry, let it drag across my leg like a diamond on glass. I scarcely noticed this pain coming from my leg. Just one more wound among the many already on my body.
The blood oozed from the numerous cuts that strip my arms and legs. The razor bit deep and clean. No pain, but my whimpering broken the silence of the night.
I ached for my tears to drop, they stubbornly refused to. This is where i come to punish myself. This is where I cut out my tears. When I can’t take the rest of the world on my shoulders, this is where i come to release. The scars from the last time witness a deeper incision.
One year six months and ten days ago was my first cut. The outcome didn’t look good. But i find myself, screaming at God for all the injustices in my life. The only thing I have now is my razor blade. The dullness cut through my skin. The blood dripped from these gashes, washing away my destroyed life.