Slowly...tears run down my cheeks, burning hot tears..as a grab a knife from the kitchen..nobodys home to stop me..from doing it..suddenly I hear a door open I drop the knife and run to my room..luckly i have a razor blade in my room..shaking with the razor blade in my hand, tears falling from my cheeks..the razor blade inches closer and closer to my skin, each second. Finally touching my skin, my shaking hand slices through my soft sensitive skin..it starts to bleed a lot I can't stop the blood from flowing down my arm..for the rest of the month I wear long sleeve shirts and some sweaters just so I can hide my arms..with cuts all over them..
