Self-annihilation

Blood running down my wrist. My pain is so intense I feel nothing any more. Red drops 

slowly dripping. I taste the blood with the tip of my tong. It tasted sweet like the 

feelings my tormenters feel when they see the scars on my wrists. Sickening sweet blood. 

The Warm liquid runs slowly down my arm dripping on to the floor.  The bloodied knife 

still held in my hand I strike my wrist again. The feeling of life draining from me, so 

satisfying. I put the knife down. The pills sit next to the glass full of water, I empty 

the bottle. Swallowing one capsule at a time. I write in blood on the wall. "goodbye mom, 

dad, you no longer need to see the face of your faggot daughter again, surprised? Don't 

be. You shouldn't be.

I saw spots, and the world became unfocused. The world went black. I was finally at 

peace. finally gone,


self- annihilation