These angry red cuts stare back at me mercilessly. It's a physical manifestation of my emotional side. Suicide seems like the only hopeso I finally give in. I wipe away the blood; oh so thick blood withit's sharp metallic taste and wonderful color so dark it's almost black but with a hint of red. I takee the blade of a broken razor, and slide it across the taunt flesh with the grace and percision that can only come from a thousand rehearsals. The sharp bite of the implement drains away all of my thoughts and emotions as it lays my wrist openlike the mouth of a crying child. I realize I was a child once and try to figure out how those care free days transformed into this. I switch hands and bite my lip as I once again render my own flesh useless. I drop the blade but there is no sound as it is absorbed into the deeping pudle beneath my hands. I let my head sink back against the toilet. My thoughts are gone my emotions numb. I finally feel the bliss I have been longing for. As I sit there one thought creeps into my mind one that warms me despite the cold tiles on my feet and the porcelain on my back, I love her and I know she loves me. As my breathing slows and my eyes become heavy I hear a knock on hte door followed by shouting. I smile that blissful smile and as he world darkens and the world of noise starts to fade away the door burst open, But alas I feel it is to late.