- the cuts on my wrist

- as I am lying on my bed , having my phenomenal thoughts - and thinking about life , there comes a voice in my head - reminding me that I'm not enough , as the voice wants me to cut my wrist - as I lift my right hand looking at my wrist waiting for me to satisfy itself - my eyes waiting to see blood , my hand waiting for me to take the blade - the blade is excited as it has been a long time since tasting the blood