the knife

I stand there in silence just looking i feel nothing it just sits there mocking me taunting me i pick it up putting it to my wrist i just stare i feel i have to like something will happen and i'll feel no pain i put it down look at it then pick it up again i look away it slowly cuts my fleash a tear rolls down my cheeck as blood rolls off my wrist and falls to the floor i put it down my wrist arm stained bloody i hear it laughing crying yelling i can;t take it i pick it up again then...