Agony
This life of mine is so highly permeated with melancholy and despair.
The agony is seeping deeper and deeper into my skin, shattering me even though I’m already broken.
The agony enclosing my mind, slowly making me go insane.
Creating small, piercing holes within my mind that should be filled with happiness, not pain.
The agony is trying to escape, but my body can’t seem to let it.
The blade slides across my glistening skin.
Slicing my thin cutaneous membrane, causing aching pain.
The agony throughout my frail body begins to increase.
Weighing me down.
(pause)
Some of my scars are beginning to fade.
I feel lost without them.
But I cannot take any more agony.
I have learned many lessons in life.
Most learned from a razorblade and a knife.
Cutting is not the remedy to agony.
It’s a variable that causes this agony.
No more slicing.
No more dicing.
Who am I kidding?
Cutting is my remedy.
Even if it’s only temporary.
This agony will kill me one day.
