Thoughts

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You come home from school.
Another shit day.
And that is all you think of.
You think of the words that was said to you, the work that put's pressure on you.
You think you need release because you can't feel.
You know this feeling all to well.
You know what you have to do.
But will you do it?
Will you go find that razor blade?
Will you go sit on your bed and slit your wrists open?
Will you let your little sister see them?
Will you make more lines on your body?
Will you?
Please don't. 
Please put down that razor.
Put it away.
Roll up your sleeves and look at your scars.
This is what you have done to yourself in the past.
The past where you didn't know what you were doing.
You have had plenty of razor blades but this special one you saved because you know how deep it will go.
And you finally take it out.
You find it.
You go to the bathroom.
And you throw it down the toilet.
Down the drain.
And you make a promise.
"I will never cut myself ever again"