I Remain Unknown.

Another night, more and more tears.
Don’t do it, you idiot, you’ll regret it.
Yes, do it.
Break the skin,
Watch it pour from that perfect straight line.
It’s beautiful.
It’s an addiction.
It’s my drug.

I close my journal and pull the razor from my pocket. It’s beautiful, it’s my best friend. I can feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. I swipe it across my arm, forming a new line, right next to all my other scars. The blood begins to drip down the length of my arm, it’s beautiful, I don’t want it to stop. But soon, it slows down. Another swipe, and maybe one more. I can’t stop. The pain feels so good. My tears start falling, they’re stinging my cuts. I deserve this, after everything I’ve caused.

This is my punishment, this is my life.