Blades slide across our wrists.
Thighs.
Ankles.
Hips.
While the tears fall from our eyes,
our minds are collapsing from the pain.
Our souls are burning with disappointment.
Hate.
Sorrow.
Fear.
Unwanted words of torment are whispered slowly.
Then they get louder and faster.
They start to overtake all the spaces in our heads.
Till they're the only things there.
Till there's no happiness.
Laughter.
Smiles.
Joy.
All we become are unwanted words.
So we push the blades deeper inside.
The deeper we go the more unwanted words slip out of the cracks,
into the world.
They start to escape.
They start to leave.
But when they're gone more unwanted words are received.
So we cut even deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Until we can't go any deeper.
Until they don't slip away anymore.
Until they have become our WORLD.
We cut so deep that the unwanted words,
and our souls
are forgotten.