Blood
We all see it
Too much of it
Self harm? Stabbed?
It's all the same.
Right?
Yes.
Suicide.
We all have that one friend.
The one that's bullied
Check her arms
Or could it be her legs?
The blades right there.
Pick it up.
You start off small.
But look!
Deep.
Deeper.
Deepest.
All getting closer too your vain.
The one that leads to your heart?
Yes that's the one.
You see the other people, families
How are they so happy?
So perfect.
Don't slouch though.
Or eat too much.
Have to be perfect,
So they like you.
Will it matter when I'm dead?
Who cares?
Just grab the rope.
Check the garage.
It's there.
Mocking you.
Use me use me.
It gets louder.
I will solve your problems.
Or did I see the pills upstairs?
Yes in the cabinet.
Top self.
Or back to my blade.
What started it all.