Acceptance

My head throbs inside from overwhelming thoughts. Light reflects on the blade that is grasped in between shaking fingers. The voices inside me ask, Why do you do this to yourself? I ignore the question for now. I just press the cold blade against my skin, feeling a surge of warmth flow my body, remaining in my veins for the longest seconds. I see the slow crimson rise up from the fresh opening. The red mass is growing larger, making its way down my arm, steadily dripping to the floor. The pain helps me forget, I reply to the voices.