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One slice, two slice, three slice, four.
Look at all the pretty red on the floor.
A simple cut here, a little nick there.
The pain of isolation is too great to bear.
The voice in my head rings out loud and deep:
Just one more cut, then you'll fall asleep
My friends quickly left me, at the first sign that i was hurting
I was soon all alone, but no one was caring
And i withdrew into my shell, leaving my outer self bare.
With each passing day, the voices grew stronger,
It's ok, they quietly insisted, we'll be your new family,
forget all the rest, you need them no longer.
My parents would shrug, whenever i spoke of my pain,
Oh, its just a phase, they would say, itll soon go away
They turned a blind eye, to all of my problems,
And left me alone to try and to solve them.
Soon all i had were the voices so strong -
We'll love and protect you, when have we ever been wrong?
First the taunts at school, then the ridicule at home,
finally the stony silence of your friends, it sucks being alone.
Finally one day, i could take it no more
and with no one to stop me, i soon locked the door.
That's it, they cooed, as i slowly picked up the knife,
just start cutting away, and you'll soon be alright.
I rolled up the sleeve, the angry red marks now laid bare
It'll all be over soon, they softly whispered,
they wont even miss you, after all, why would they care?
So i picked up the blade, shiny and bright,
And soon pressed it firmly into my skin as i held it tight
One slice, two slice, three slice, four
My blood runs like a swift river, onto the floor
I hear a faint banging, but no longer care,
and the door quickly breaks open, while my parents only stare
Then suddenly a scream - my dad's is all i think,
Soon followed by my mom, who breaks down and cries
However, its too late for them to do much, as they read the One word written in their only child's blood...
"Goodbye."
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