the cold

sharp

blade runs over my wrist

yet all I do

is remember my list

of all the reasons I should give up

of all the reasons I am not enough.

blood

I see blood

and I smile

because all the pain

all the sadness

every bit of heartache

every bit of misery

the tears

the screaming

the hollowness

it'll be gone

all in the matter of

s e c o n d s