inhale.
exhale.
quickly grab the sharpest item in sight.
the room is dimmed and the lights are shallowly lit.
you feel alone.
there's no one left.
after countless talks with the counselor, your family, and friends;
you realize your only companion is yourself.
memories race by in your mind as the blade digs itself into your thin, soft skin.
the opaque, red blood coming out of your flesh reminds you of that night you cried in your room, wishing you had an escape.
now is the time.
you feel relieved.
as the words "anger", "stress", and "sadness" escape from your veins, falling, dripping onto the carpet.
this is not pain.
this is a coping mechanism.