Today I cut deeper and deeper into my flesh.
The deeper I went the more alive I felt.
Once I was done I looked down at my arm.
it was dripping.
drip.
drip.
drip.
all red.
All swollen.
I was hoping for death.
didnt cut deep enough.
next time.
next time though.
next time I will make it to death.
cant wait till next time.