Rolling back and forth on the bed , sleep doesn't seem an option any longer. Slipping out of my bed to the kitchen i stop in front of the sink and stare at it blankly.
Unable to think properly about anything i found myself grabbing a knife . As the cold metal come closer to my skin some brief pictures of my family all smiling come to my mid but soon enough pushed by all the other pictures that only reminded me of what i should do.
I run the knife up and down on my arm then closes my eyes and just do it .
As blood started to pour down i came to the realisation of what i have done .
Blood , Blood everywhere i felt disgusted yet satisfied in a very terrifying way .
And then the pain intensifies , i put my hand on my mouth to block the screams that wants to come out loud and clear .
I run to the bathroom but who is the person i'm looking at .
Messy hair , puffy and red eyes , wrinkles but more than all that am i still there .
The feels of the droplets of blood finding its way to my feet awakes me , it stings to much but that's what i want the most .
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Knock Knock
Teen Fictionwell this a diary of a depressed person containing his thoughts and his way of seeing the world . it contains self harm and suicidal thoughts so if u don't like it don't read it.