Bleed

Deeper

I would get home from school after hours of "can I see your cuts" "omg that's so bad" from people I have never seen in my life. To only get more abuse from my brother and sister "your so stupid why would you do it" "your an idiot" so I would lock myself in my room. Alone again, just me and a secret blade I was hiding from my mum. I was so sad, I just needed it. I reached for the small glittery pot under my bed, I could feel my inside telling me not to do it but my brain just needed to let go. I opened the top of the pot and reached my finger inside and grabbed the small razor. The small razor which had caused so much trouble in my life, I was holding in the palm of my now sweating hand. I did it bad, real bad, as soon as had done it I regretted it. Yet I did again and again. All up my arm and deeper than I ever have, it hurt but I didn't feel it. It was my escape.