Slice, Cut, Stab... the warmth of blood, an indication my heart is still beating.
Why can’t I feel it?
Cold, so cold inside... yet I can feel the pain creeping up into every fiber of my being.
I wish I could turn these feelings off, shove them into the bottom of a drawer, turn the key and never revisit.
But... there is no way to flick the switch on this. It comes unexpectedly whenever it chooses. And I cannot stop the overwhelming desire to curl up in a ball and stay hidden away from the world.