• Bam. Bam. my head pounded as thoughts raced through my head. My hands shook as the ice cold metal of the shiny silver razor blade chilled my skin. I gently pressed my finger to the sharp edge, a sharp pain was granted as deep angry crimson blossomed out as the metal pricked the soft flesh. A shiver ran up my spine, as I slowly drug the blade down my wrist. This was it, The pain that made me real.