The middle of the day,
Everything was quiet.
I was in the middle of the city,
But the view stay still.
Nothing was moving except me.
The silent was deafening that I couldn’t help it anymore.
It was in the middle of the day I took a razor.
The sky was clear and the sun was hot as I drag down the blade on my skin.
It was supposed to be a beautiful day but my tears wouldn’t stop falling just like the pain i felt in my left wrist. I’d be glad if this was the end.