It 's the latter part of class,
people talking and laughing
All ,but him
little to no emotion was expressed,
screaming,crying,feeling overwhelmed
Like a caged creature,clawing,
desperate for its freedom
Bell Rings
he snaps out of it for a minute
calmly rising from his seat,
making his way towards the buses
half-way home
it happens again,
masking what he felted on the outside
bus stops
before he noticed,
he was practically almost running off the bus
hurting so much
his chest tightens with every breath he takes
quickly he runs in to his grandparent's room,
grabbing the razor blade
isolating himself
staring at the unharmed flesh of his arm
*his mind being filled with
images of blood over
flowing from his
wrist*
as the blade met his skin,
very little pain was felted
what started out as short & slow strokes
became fast,long & deeper cuts,
in that moment there was nothing he desire more
than to end it all
but did not
placing the blade on the sink,
tracing the scars that ran up his arm,
he smiles
with tears flooding his eyes
it's around 12 at night,
wide awake and possessed by his thoughts,
finally tired,
falls asleep with the last thought
before closing his eyes to rest
i couldn't change even if i tried