Confessions of a cutter 1

There must be something wrong with me.
I have werid thoughts.
I am lonely and have no friends. i am a sad soul. i am a lonely face in the crowd. i have been forgotten. i see it before me know. i know what i must do. no one understands me. i dont know what to do. i try and i cry and i bleed. i am different. i see the flash of silver and i take the jagged rough eghded of the knife and i slowy make drops fall on the white carpet of the living room. i take the knife back and forth across my wrist and make little patterns before moving on up my arm. i like the cutting sensation. i went to far this time. the knife went to deep,to slow, just hurry up and drain away. the blood starts to drain slowy and steady. i am slowly fading into that black drakenss noone will find which is good. i dont want to be found. i cant. it is just to painful for me and no one know and no one would care if they did. i hate me. i just dont know anymore. i am gone. i dont..............