MY LIFE

late night hell

I get out the bed and walk to the kitchen open the drawer and pull out an knife i sit on the counter staring at the knife i pull up my sleeves and i see my veins i stare at my wrist for a moment

I start playing with the knife twisting and turning it i then put the blade to my vein and i think "they wont know that you cut yourself they will never know you cut yourself".

Then a second thought occured "No!! You have soo much going for you" my brain is having an argument with its self deciding whether or not I should cut.

When blade touched my vein it tickled my skin my brain yelling push down and swipe and youll feel the sensation

But i cant i wont and i never will i cant do it i hope i get better soon i hate feeling this way