black, sharp, metal, object

i run my small fingers across those metal teeth as slowly as possible. a little sharp but not to bad. ouch! a little bit of my skin got caught. im okey though. i place my index finger on the point of the object with sharp metal teeth and i take the handle with my other hand. i turn it. i start to anaylze the fact that this object in the end makes all my pain go away. i think about it. i place it up against my neck. then. i think again. everyone would be so sad. even when there was nothing to be sad about. im not worth it to sit and spend all of your time crying about because im gone. you wont miss me. you say you will but you wont. after second guessing myself i place the object against the part of my body that the hand is attached to. i rest it there. i start to move it back and forth as a warm red substance begins to flow done my arm. great moms gonna be mad it stained my white long sleeve. i dont care though. it was stained with my pain that i feel every single day. every hour, minute, second. it never goes away. i sit and sulk and this is my way to let it all out. im done now. i stop moving the object. i grab a napkin and clean up my messs. its all done. im better now. a scab will heal over the wound over night. then it will be fine. i pick up my napkin off the floor, grab the knife in my other hand. i walk away. and its all over.

-anonymous.