by: DP
(C) dp,2004, all rights reserved
naked flesh. the steel of the knife. scratshes in my arm. thorn of fingernails hairs pulled out. tear running from my eyes. cheeks wet. sitting on the ground with my back against a wall. my eyes can only see one thing. my hand moves the knife. blood pouring fro my wrist. soon i shall be happy. soon it will all be over. no more pain.