dead

Nineteenth Letter

The thoughts are coming back again Phil. Their deadly meanings coming to my mind at least twice a day.
It's been a month Phil. An entire month without you.

I still wonder how am I still here. I mean mentally, of course.

I still cut. Fans have recognised me in the street again. They saw the cuts, of course.

They didn't say anything. No one but one girl, probably about fourteen,who gently grabbed my arm. She also had cuts down her wrist.

-I'm not going to change how you feel, neither I'm going to make you stop doing it because I still do it sometimes.- she said, letting go of my arm- But clean them well.

I just nodded.

Phil, I think I may be joining you soon.
Either you want it or not.