Black
i slide it across my wrist
showing some brightness to my dark life
my heart races
as the pain deepens
i cry out, but not in misery
but for the numbness taking over
i gasp for breath
as tears fill my eyes
the salt water on my lips
the only sign left of pain
i pull myself up
out of the steaming water
i reach for my only hope
the blade
once again i run it across
this time longer, deeper than before
pain skips me this time, though
and more numbness takes over
i cry as the blood drips into my bath of tears
staining the cleaness, turning it black
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