Afraid to get the oils from my hands on the razor blade…..I am careful…only using my thumb and pointer finger….I hold in my hand…my possible death weapon….an item so small, it could take the life of even a giant….a slow killer indeed….it must be slow…sliding…and slipping into this deep world in which…only the sick people can live…sigh…it feels good…the sharp edge against my clean, shaved, hairless forearm…I whimper just a tad to know that I am alive…and press even harder, to cause such deeper wounds than the last….suddenly I pause…I gaze at the clock…then to the song that is playing on my iPod….then to the […]
