Pain

It seemed to course through me like a virus, spreading non stop. Every inch, every second opened something up in me. The brooding feeling that was now affecting my every move. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to see the red that sped down my wrist as if it were a water fall. I didn't want to look at the razor blade that I heald in my hand. I just wanted to let go. Let it all come. Let me die. Let me die. But I couldn't. Not today. Not here. It was all to much, to soon. The feeling of heat leaving your body and something much worse becoming much stronger. Much, much stronger.

Falling off my bike, slicing off my finger, breaking my hand, could not compare. Nothing could compare. I was not ready. I thought it would be easy, fast even. But I was wrong. So very wrong.