As I feel the blade caress my skin I blink back tears that are half pain half sorrow. I see the blood gently slide down my arm and splash in the sink creating a new work of art. As I dig a bit deeper I imagine the scars that will cover my body when I’m done. I imagine the grief of those around me when they discover my broken lifeless body. I think of all the failures past and I begin to smile. For this is my masterpiece. One final painting of red strewn across a white canvas. And for once I will not be forgotten.