Prompt: and for the first time in his life, he knew despair

he sat there,
head between his knees,
 runaway tears carelessly marking his face,
he watched his mother who sat across him,
her own runaway tears marked her’s,
Those marks are nothing compared to those she left on her wrists”.
he thought to himself before letting his eyes stray from her stained face to her stained limbs,
coloured by the marks his mother had oh so carefully placed,
“I guess she didn’t know she was the only one preventing me from carrying out the plans my razors had for my wrists.”

-12:36am; 30/November/2016