When you cut your skin around cut swells up and gets red! Small beads of blood come out! You stare at it for sometime and then tear roll down your cheek screaming the words and pain that can never be spoken by your mouth! Then one cut turn to two and two to four and you keep going until you are all mess and no more space to cut is left and blade falls down your hand and blood rolls down and you cry silently and after a bit you smile looking at the beautiful picture you made on your canvas and patch up and walk out like nothing happened! ~

This is BEAUTY OF DYING~~~