Snowflakes falling lazily to the ground

I watch them through the corner of my eye

The cold metal blade in my hands

Feels as heavy as the emotions running through my brain

My pale wrist fairly glows

Awaiting the cut

Awaiting the pain

I lower the knife to the veins

That stick out so well

And the blood wells up on my cold skin

A hand comes up

Snatches my knife away from me

Asks what I think I'm doing

I don't respond

How could he understand what I go through every day?

He holds me in his arms

I sob, watching the blood drip onto the newly fallen snow

Why do you do this, he asks

I don't respond

Blood on the snow

Dripping off my wrist

And the snow still falls lazily to the ground

And I still watch out of the corner of my eye