Depression

Cutting

Jacob's P.O.V

I began crying in the corner of my bathroom. With the door locked so, no one would walk in. I bawled my eyes out. Nothing could never go right, without getting hate. I'm just in doing what I love, and I love seeing other people smiling and enjoying what I do.

I got up and walked to the mirror. Staring at what was slowly tearing apart. Me. Just me. I grabbed the shaving cream and threw it straight at the glass. "Why?!" I screamed, I tugged at my hair and cried. I smacked the walls, threw everyone I saw. "Help me!" I screamed.

I walked over to the shower throwing everything in there. I then walked out of the shower and to the counter. Where shattered glass sunk right into my feet. Stinging everytime I moved. I grabbed a peice and walked back to my corner.

And there I sat. Tightly holding the glass in my hand, sharp side up. I started at the tip, it was perfect. Perfect... so perfect that it can slip right into my skin. That's where I started. Slowly it slid. It hurt badly, but it felt like that was the only thing I could do now.

Blood slowly dripped down, one by one. Each drop landed right onto the tile, making a bigger puddle. I dropped the glass to see what I've down. They were straight lines. Four to be exact. I slowly got up and grabbed a bottle of pills out from a drawer. I took a hand full and a cup of water. First the pills then the water, they washed down my throat. And m-m-made-.............

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