Warning: if you are sensitive to anything relating suicide. DO👏 NOT👏 READ.
Every night is the same. I sat up all night thoughts filling my head and they won't stop, memories flood back in like a tsunami crashing down on my head. Picturing the moments it all happens!! It won't stop!!!!
My emotions. numbness causing my body to loose balance, falling. swelling, stinging my eyes with tears.
No motivation. I laying on the cold floor. Resisting the urge to scream and cry but I can't. I can't wait up the others.
Finally with the little strength I have, forcing myself to stand on my feet. I rise.
Everything hurts. I walk groggily to my bed
Taking out the green and silver knife. Engraved
"Laguale". I take it out from under the my bed. Blood stained the jagged side of the knife.
My knife slicing on my thigh causing trickle of blood run down my leg.
The feel of the burning blade digging into my skin, reminding me that I'm still alive.
I run my hand over the old wounds, scars. Every terrible memory is sliced in my skin.
I lay on my bed facing the empty white ceiling, empty. Empty. Empty.
I can't sleep, every night is the same. It's a cycle. Cycle that I can't seem to get out of.
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