Small Things

I was very sad at the time of writing this so I hope the emotion is strong in it.

I realize that this feeling has taken over me before;

Years ago,

When I was younger and full of emotion 

that I bottled up and allowed to control my actions. 

I don’t remember how I got into this shower

Or why I am crying.

But tears are falling

And they continue to as I sit on the floor in a daze.

So many times before

Have I been here,

Lost in my own thoughts. 

I fight the urge,

But it starts to become more than I can handle.

The razor lies in its place.

I find myself reaching for it

Like I once had all those years ago,

Like I do when I cant take the real world.

This time though

I cannot stop myself. 

I cut my wrist,

And like magic

All feeling of emotion leaves me.

I am numb now…

Numb to this world.

It is always the small things

That add up and bring me down.