My Escape

I sat alone in my bedroom.
The pink bulb in my lamp flashed wickedly
Threatening to blow out.
I was consumed by depression.
I was overly self conscious about
My looks,
My weight,
My quiet demeanor.
I wasn’t going to turn back.
I rolled up my sleeve.
I took the razor into my hand.
I hesitated,
Momentarily fearful of the pain I would feel.
I took a deep breath, pressed the blade to my milky skin,
And slowly slid it across my arm.
I winced
Expecting the pain that never came.
Instead there was a sweet release
As all of my troubles seemed to float away..
I was mesmerized by the impeccable red line
As it sprouted little rivers of blood
That ran down my arm
And dripped off of my fingertips.
The flashing pink light of my lamp
Made the scene look more gruesome than it was.
I cut again.
I was hooked.
I had finally found my escape
From the real world.