April 27th

The Blade glints in the light, the cold hard steel edge bites into my flesh.
The pain and frustrations of the day pass away, the sink turns red.
The Crimson is stark against the white, the tension drains away with the blood.
The cut is deep, the release is oh so sweet.
The scream shatters the silence, the dream we once shared shattered.
The pain is plain on her face, not again can she go through this.
The blades cut is a deeper wound than ever, cutting through both flesh and sanity.
Severing the last strands of my reality, peace is found in oblivion.