I feel the cold blade press against the warmth of my tanned wrist. Dragging and digging a long line using the sharp object. Relapsing over and over. I can't do it. I suck in a breath of air gasping for breath seeing everything but nothing all at once. And then it comes again. For the third time this month. The Blackout. I've nicknamed it. The yelling a cussing followed by hysterical sobs and more screaming. Sirens wailing in the darkness of cold misty night. I know where they're headed. Headed for me. I can now make this the fourth time this month. They always said that pain would go away. But they were nothing but wrong. Time may heal all wounds physically.... But the pain never goes away mentally.
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