One Simple Cut

All these thoughts
Racing through my head
Are killing me inside.
I don't know what to do,
Or how to feel.


I can't move.
I can't breathe.
My face is soaked
With heartache,
And the tears won't stop.


I clutch the steering wheel
So hard my hands go numb.
I know I should drive, 
But it's hard to see
Past the horrible thoughts
Rushing through my brain;
Rushing through my heart.


I scream
Because I want someone to hear, 
But no one is there.
Only a deafening silence.


Why?
Why me?
What  have I done,
To deserve so much hurt, 
And so much pain?


I pick up the blade, 
Laying in the seat beside me.
I put it to my warm, pale skin.
Fresh blood appears, 
Numbing all the pain.
Numbing all the sorrow.
Numbing all the hurt.


For a moment, 
I forget that I'm broken, 
as I watch the blood
Slowly drip down my arm.


For a moment, 
I feel content.
I feel content with the numbness.
And everything goes away.
And nothing matters, 
As I lay back the seat
And drift off to sleep.


Temporarily, 
everything's better, 
with one, simple, cut.