Im broken.

I am broken.

The tears streamed down my face as I continued to dig the small blade into the skin on my left wrist. "Why am I not good enough?" I ask myself, squeezing my eyes closed as my wrist becomes numb. I finally open my eyes to see the small bathroom sink covered in small dark red droplets of blood. "Oh gosh." I mumble under my breath as I wipe my eyes and turn the sink on, attempting to wash away the blood from my wrist.
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