I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, my phone still going off with hurtful comments. I flicked open the pocket knife and stared at the metal like it was a instrument of art, that wanted to be used on a canvas, my arm. I locked the bathroom door and started to sob violently, thinking about all the events that happened today. I screamed out as I rubbed the 'stupid' off of me, "not possible" the voice inside my head said. I sat in the bathtub and watched the water rise, "cut your arm, deeply. Follows the damn instructions. Do as your told" the voice said. I pushed the knife into my wrist and dragged it slowly up as I cried and screamed, I am nothing.