How To - A Guide to Deal With Loneliness

The day you left, I swallowed a razor blade. I hoped that the slim metal would tear me up inside. Starting at my throat, and work it's way to my stomach, until all the cuts made me bleed, internally, to death. But the blade never made it that far. 

It got stuck in my chest, caught by my heart. My heart, so bloated and puffy from all my crying, wouldn't let it pass. As my swollen heart held the razor, it continued to beat. As it continued to beat, it pushed the sharp edge out. The razor was pushed past my ribs, my muscles, my skin, until has no longer inside my body. It lay outside of me, thinly glazed in red, with a hard mass surrounding it. The razor took my heart with it.