And cuts

Cats

More cuts

Cuts

Still

And I still cut open the delicate skin of my wrists and hips.

Chasms

And in my sorrow I draw lines across my body, starting from somewhere, leading to nowhere.
 Just as my life seems to go every second and every minute, leaving me desolate as I am now.
I paint with the tears my wounds cry, red copper for clear salt, and hope to paint a life I'd wish to live. The image will leap from the page and blend to reality and for once I'll be genuinely happy.
But I know this simplicity can never be true because I feel fear and dark enfolds.
So instead I cry and pinch together with my fingers the chasms in my skin and heart.

One down

One Down and my head is woozy

My world is spinning

My vision clouding

Just one does so much

Can you imagine the effect of

Five