How To Save A Life

Dedicated to Jonatan and David who have stayed up past all hours saving my life.

My arms remember razor blades. Scars align my wrists in perfect rows. Some were faded. Some were new. I had dry blood staining my ivory skin in streaks of crimson red. A mix of guilt and accomplishment washed over me as I looked down and revealed my self harm scars. I touched my first cut I ever left on my arm and traced it over. A tear rolled down my cheek and followed a path up to my scar.
I remember the night I first took a razor blade to my arm. I remember the night I said I gave up. I remember the night I broke down. I remember the night when I attempted to kill myself. I remember the night when he saved me from myself. I remember the night I stayed alive.