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by quick&painless May 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A slash across my ankle, was the first cut I made. It wasn't too deep, it was just to keep me sane. I thought I would make just a few more. It wasn't long before two turned to four. Four turned to eight, eight turned to twelve. I just couldn't stop. It was like I was under a spell. When there was no room on the right leg, I moved on to the left. When there was no more skin there, the blade went to my chest. The cuts got deeper, they left permanent scars. It wont be long before I cut too deep and I will join the stars.