Bipolar Tendencies

One moment, I’m fine.
The next, I’m insane.
I find a razor, in hope to ease my pain.
I take it and slice through my flesh.

As I take the much used blade,
I watch as slowly turn my pale skin crimson red.
The blood drains slowly from my wrist down to my elbow.
I do it again, but deeper this time.
When I cut deeper I bleed much faster.

Soon my whole for arm is crimson.
I drop the blade because I’m shaking too hard.
I wonder if this time I cut deep enough,
To end my pain here on earth.
As the blood covers my arms,
Tears cover my cheeks.

I wipe the blood on my arm,
Only to smear it all over my hands.
I go to wipe away the tears on my cheeks,
Only to replace the tears with blood.

I go look in the mirror at myself.
And what I see isn’t pleasant.
Blood, tears, eye liner, smeared across my face.
I take a cloth in hope to erase what I just did.

I take a deep breath, and close my eyes.
When I open them again,
I’m fine, and all the blood is gone.
As if I never went insane.