cutting.

Feeling used and helpless,
Depressed,
Beyond broken.
Clutching the razor with all my strength,
It's all I've got left.
My only friend.
The only thing to numb the pain.
Smiling on the outside,
No one cares to know the truth.
Hearing my story would take too much of their precious time.
The sharp blade slicing through my skin,
The stinging feels so good.
Better than the pain I feel inside.
Anything to take my mind off of life,
Because I'm too weak to end this.