All these bad thoughts running through my mind they won't leave me alone. I turn to the only thing i know a sharp silver rectangle with which i draw pretty red lines on my arm. Each time going deeper waiting for the red bubbles to appear whimpering each time. Blood drips down my arm i pull out a dry bloody tissue and dab my arm. Stinging, bleeding, hurting my mind finally at ease from these intrusive thoughts. I pulled my long sleeve down hide the tissue and the blade and lie back down. The more i think about what i had just done the more i regret it. Guilt. I never learn i've been here before but yet i still fall back into the loop hole.
