I stared out at the city In the distance from behind my half cracked blinds at the top of my apartment window. with a knife in my hand. I sat there and started smiling as I cut myself deep from the top of my wrists to my forearm. I watched the blood drip down my arm detaching from the multiple streams, leaking all over my arm. I laughed and dropped the knife as I looked out the window again. The only problem was I was a little different. I looked down and it looked brand new like I never took a knife to it. No pain when I started and no pain while I'm healing. The only thing I felt was the blood dripping. Which I wiped with a cloth. I just shook my head and pushed my fingers through my hair and held my head between both arms with my eyes looking down at the floor. Blood is what I need but blood is why I'm cursed why I'm not myself. I hate it but love it cause I need it like some of you need water. I never meant for it to go the...