Unknown Idenity

Pain shot up my arm, it felt wonderful. It was the most beautiful feeling I ever felt, but it would also probably digust others, but they didn't matter. I focused on the blood streaming down my pale arm, over my veins and arteries. I could never tell the difference between the two blood vessels but it didn't really matter to me either. As long as they both bled, I didn't care. I sliced my skin some more until there were a few more streaks of red running down, dripping. The kitchen knife I held was also dripping with my blood, but I couldn't focus anymore. Somewhere along the many lines of red on my arm, I think I hit something vital. I was feeling numb, but also pain. So this is what this is about. Losing myself. I suddenly seemed to be losing my memories until I couldn't even remember my name. I forgot about everything until it was just the numbness, the pain, and me. It felt so good to forget about everything and I simply closed my eyes, not knowing that I would never be able to open them again.