The razor slides slowly across my
skin
I stare blankly at the blood that wells
up
Barely blinking back the tears of
pain and anger
The blood spills down my wrist
Dripping onto my thigh
Each drop represents a memory
The flashbacks overwhelm me
Mistakes, harsh words, hate, pain
The past is suddenly here
As real as the blood
Absently, I trail a finger through the
blood
I stare at the bright crimson on my
pale skin
Rubbing it between my thumb and
fingers
I smile at a fleeting thought
The liquid of life, spilled without
regret
Spilled with....happiness, with
release
Rising to my feet, I sway with
dizziness
I sit heavily on the bed
Staring out at the spinning room
I shake my head, trying to shake
away the memories
Lying down, I stare up at the ceiling
Feeling the blood on my leg dry and
crackle
Feeling my wrist throb and sting
I smile weakly and close my eyes
And wait for the nightmares to begin
 
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