The day they all die

I hate myself

It's been three weeks since the funeral. you have mourned every second of every day of your best friends passing. you sit on the bed in the mental hospital. one of your friends had caught you about to hang yourself. you are actually so happy they walked in on you as you had the rope around your neck and the chair below your feet. you are now suiting on the bed and crying as you look through all the memories of the two of you. you can't take it anymore, you grab a picture frame and break the glass and you bring it to your throat. you began to press until you broke down in even more tears. instead you brought the glass to your wrist and broke three your skin. you cried in pain but sighed in relief. you had been cutting for weeks on end. the nurses there tried everything they could to get you to stop but it was no use. you always found a new way to do it, you always wanted a relief from the pain you had constantly felt in your heart. you looked at your arm from your wrist to your elbow line. blood was every where. you quickly grabbed some tissue and cleaned it up. after that you grabbed some of the bandaging and wrapped your arm up. a nurse came in and saw the glass and rolled your sleeve up and saw it bandaged. She unwrapped your arm and stared at the blood. she re-wrapped it, fed you and gave you some sleeping pills. you fell asleep with in three minutes. you woke to the sound of nurses in your room. you looked to see them removing almost all of the stuff. "Wh-what are you doing?" "oh your awake, we have decided to remove anything that you can harm yourself with. we want you to get better. and so far your just getting worse." they looked at you and frowned. you replied with a small and depressed "oh. ok" they left with three boxes. you say up, your arms were burning. you looked at them when you went to scratch them. you stared as you realized they had put metal bands on your fore arms. you laid back and cried yourself back to sleep. you had slept for three days straight. and the nurses had worried. they worried that something bad would happen. and they were right...