In the room with a blade in my hand crying.... louder and louder. I my wrist 4 times blood dripping from arm. I get wipe the blood from my arm and put the towel in the washer . But then now you wanna ask me if I'm okay 💔😔.... I tell you I'm fine but I'm not .... you broke my heart and now I have depression...it was very deep to move on but I strive threw to leave you alone
