The blood trickles out of the fresh wound as I catch my breath and lean my head against the wall.
I feel better now, the new addition to my arm throbs as I start to calm down and question what
I have just done.
Its now a routine, I come home from school every day and run the blade across my arms or legs. Its the only way I can release my pain and anger.
Mom and dad talk about me a lot, I can hear them if I put my ear up to the door, they dont know what to do with me and my depression.
They dont know I cut, they make me feel crazy when they talk about me, I just want to pull out all of my hair.
Everything seems to make me cut these days, no matter what I do I just cant be happy, I cut out the pain but it just comes back the next day.
Maybe tomorrow I will finish myself off, do myself a favor, end all the pain that keeps me from being who I was before I felt the way I do now. For now I will just think about how I will cover this cut up so I dont have to give mom and dad something else to talk about.
