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Spacing out has become a froced habit these days

Too much in my mind to pin point a single thought 

I cringed at the sharp sting in my wrist 

The small sharpener blade.

I had forgotten about it

I chuckled darkly as i now say the small line of blood at the bottom of my wrist and the middle of my thumb

Class seemed point less and I couldn't centrate anyways

No one was paying attention in the dark room, they were watching the movie.

I tuned out all the voices and stared at the growing amount of red.

I felt water in my eyes.

It wasnt untili later that I realized I was crying.

I quickly wipped it off. Crying was a daily thing.

In sleep, the shower, and when I was alone.

But recently until now, the past month it was impossible to draw a single tear from my eyes.

I don't want to cry.

To feel that pain.

I want to be NUMB

Black out everything.

I had made it for two months, but I caved today.

The small bust of pain that gives a high and sense of control.

I vaguely reacognized my name beign called out

All I felt was the flowing red sliding down my arm.

I heard frantic screaming, and commotion around me.

I started to blink slowly, when I fel pressure on my arm. 

I furrowed as I look at my arm to see the cause of it.

My eyes wouldn't focus.

The next thing I know I'm falling.

I was very sleepy.

Last thing I felt was relief.