The useless feeling soon overwhelmed me, it then got to the stage that it was to late...
The blade had to be unleashed from its hiding place.
It was hiding in the office upstairs next to my bedroom. I then decided that I had to relieve the stress that was built up over time. There it was sitting on the craft table shining like gold. I picked it up and began...
Gradually tearing away at my skin and the blood poured out... The knife sunk in deeper and deeper my eyes stinging with tears and my eyes bloodshot.
And there I was carving away at my own flesh, and no one would ever think that a person like me could go through such a phase in their life.
