I come home and I cut and I cut and I cut. But it doesn’t take away the pain of the words. It doesn’t get rid of how dirty I feel inside. It doesn’t ease the low and it no longer brings with it a high. I just see the blood and I stare at it and wonder where the happiness has gone, where my life has gone. I am a shell. Sucked dry with nothing left to give. No love left to share.
