My suicide story...

After a couple weeks.

After a couple weeks, my wrists already had several cuts. I have this bracelet, it's a bead bracelet that covers my wrist, it was perfect. It hid my cuts, keeping them from viewing eyes. I was glad and happy that others couldn't see the cuts, that they couldn't ask why and how this even started. But... Deep down, I wanted them to notice, I hate to admit it but, I wanted attention 😔 I wanted them to notice, to help me stop... But I didn't want to. This had suddenly became something I wanted to do, something I didn't want to stop. It became like a drug, something I couldn't go without. Days passed, I would cut every now and again to stop the hateful things my bully told me, to stop these rather... Strange thoughts. I had some good times in school, I'll admit. Laughing with friends and not caring about the cuts was rare for me, but I enjoyed it, stopping and laughing with them it was a way of... How you would say, relaxing. It was nice to let go of those thoughts and just laugh without a care in the world. But, soon after I would go home play a game, Kingdom hearts, or maybe Pokèmon, I would stop and just take off my bracelet and gently touch and run my fingers over the old and new cuts and scars, and think to myself... "When... When will they stop? When will... When will I be free?" I would just put my bracelet back on and go back to whatver I was doing. But the thought always remained.... When will I be free?....