The blade was sharp\

dimoned tiped

and had a wooden handle

looking back I still don't know

I was upset and wanted relief

I wanted to get away from life

So I chose the blade

and my finger

but why?

how could I let this happen

I felt so good

reality left me qhen I cut

on a hill

in a forest

or in my room

I don't care

where ever my blade was I was there

there was really no pain

just overwhelming sensations

a releif from the outer world

and that is why

I sliced my finger