Cutter's Lament

The unbearable pain
I hold the blade to my flesh
As it slides across I feel nothing
Nothing at all

I want to bleed
I don't want to hurt
I don't want to live
No one cares

I cut again
The blood begins to pool and slide down off the desk
Dripping to the floor
My life essence

The pain is still there
I want it gone
I can't take it
My will is crumbling

Death is welcome
But it won't take me
Suffering is my lot
I cut again

Shay Kuntz
1/2/03

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