Blade.
Pills.
Rope.
Knife.
Death.
Suicide.
That's all I can think about.
When's the next time I'm gonna get the chance to get a kitchen knife?
When's the next time I'm gonna get a blade?
When's the next time I find a bottle of pills?
When's the next time I'm gonna try to kill myself?
When's the next time I get to cut?
Cutting is the only thing I want to do right now.
But I can't.
But God I want to!
It's addicting.
Too addicting.
I'm trying to get better but these thoughts aren't helping.
I'm trying to get help but these thoughts make it hard.
