Save Me... From Myself

(Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the picture just the story. This is a suicide story, so be warned, grazie. ~Co-Coa) "Help me..." I whispered, clutching the silver razor in my hand. I looked up at the sky & let the tears start to fall. Slowly, I dragged the blade across my skin. It burned & stung, but at the same time, my sadness floated away. I knew it wouldn't last long, soon it would return & take over my soul again...