The lights seem brighter

The noise louder

The air thicker

It’s all too harsh I can’t breath

I need to find a way out

There has to be a place

Where I can be alone

Where these thoughts won’t be being thought

Thinking hurts

Almost as much as living

I’m in my own personal hell

There’s only one thing

I want

I need

Not to rest eat or breathe

Pale skin

Sliver blade

Red lines

Perfect red lines

Oh how the blood glistens

This pain is not pain

Not really

It takes me from this world

Far from this hell

I love it

I need it

The red lines

The perfect red lines

I love these perfect red lines

I love the sticky blood

I love how it frees me from this world

Frees me from this hell

These red lines