I cut myself again today. Just to watch it bleed. I like the feeling. I enjoy the sound of the drops hitting the ground. If you listen quite carefully you can hear music in the splatter of the blood. I don’t know why I do it. I guess it’s a release from myself. There is only too much shit I can take. I am human after all. I kept telling myself it wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t see him. He was so little. He had his whole life to live. I wonder what his mother would say. I can hear the music again