Cutting

by marisa   Jun 28, 2005


I feel lost confused upset sick for no reason at all why i don't know i cant take it i take the broken piece of glass and slice the skin on my wrist wanting to keep going to get more blood once I'm done and satisfied i can breathe again i feel relieved why is this wrong I'm still here aren't i its the only thing that helps...

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