Suicide

When you hold the razor against your wrist,you can feel the cool sharp blade on your skin.Any moment now,your hand itself is going to cut open your flesh.Is this what we really want?To end the pain now or never.The scars that failed to heal throughout the time and you just wish that you could grab a duster and erase them.Not knowing where to go while bottling up all those tormentation,you just end your life.But it’s just moments.Moments that make you fall hard to the ground but I promise that everything is going to be alright if you just push the razor aside and look up at the sky and say,“These moments will pass and I will smile like I always do,”.