The Slice
Mood:  don't ask
I've had enough! I've taken lots of painkiller so i'll feel nothing! I take the razor and stare at it's shining edge almost as if it's alive. Slowly i take the blade and run it across my wrist. So little blood, then i cut again and again wanting to feel.... anything.... pain... sadness... excitment.
I feel nothing, I only watch as the blood realy starts to flow and stare in awe and wonder if this is all my blood? I drop the razor because i can no longer hold it. I must have cut deep enough to get the tendons. As i lay there waiting my life runs through my mind in reverse. I remember all the fun i had as a teenager... the first time i got drunk.... my first kiss... The first time with a women.. Then sadness, Will i really be missed? I know my wife and kids will miss me and maybe even hate me for what i've done but i haven't even left so much as a scratch in this thing we call life to be remembered by. I feel light- headed now. still no pain, only regret of the things i'll miss. My kids first serious boyfriend/girlfriend, Their marriage, Growing old with my wife....
I'm getting tired now... I think i'll just sleep a while...