Cut

As I sat on the bathroom floor, crying, contemplating death, I slowly ran the razor blade across my bare skin. Cutting deeper and deeper. I sighed. Not in pain, but relief. This pain drowned out all other emotional pain. Loneliness, guilt, anger, depression. It was all gone, if only for a few minutes. I slowly came back to reality and cleaned up the blood, washed my cuts clean, put on my jacket and long pants, and prepared for another long, lonely, depressing day. All the time thinking about how later I could escape into the bathroom on the floor, crying, running the razor blad across my bare skin.