i slide the blade
s l o w l y
across my pale, soft skin.
it burns,
i don’t smile.
but it’s satisfying to watch
the blood pool in beads.
it hurts.
but it doesn’t hurt as much
as the pain i caused you today.
so i do it again.

Yesterday, in the afternoon i back tired,
  I slept then i wake up late
The time passed . and i am reflection in a black sky,  the white moon Is completed and that cold air as it touch my face
It was the first time i am obsessed with the moon
And its now call me every night to be it own guide
And that heavy clouds cover the moon and  it is say goodbye with a Kisses.

In the daylight and nights the exhaustion and depression it was my black arm all the time.
I hate it .it was so heavy to me and it was my left arm it was trying to Make me down i was in the depth i am drowning cant breathing
I see just the reflection of the dark
My mental health and my body can't resist it
  I am died and i am decide to end this by escaping from pains that i carry it alone .