slice

this is a little sad I wasn't in a good mood

slice, slice, slice

the only sound filling the empty room

the sharp metal dancing along my skin

summoning the immediate dark red

along the wrist?

no, to obvious

stretching along my thighs

"stop" they utter not really caring

but

 all I can hear is Ana hissing

"just cut nobody will care"

until one day when I have had enough no need to cry

or say "goodbye"

one cut

vertical along the wrists

to get the job done

drip, drip, drip

its over

when they find me,

lifeless on the floor

they will gossip

"oh that girl killed herself? good I hated her"

or

"haha! saw that coming"