Wounds.x {Sebbie.}

This knife in my hand, this blade beside my bed, always torments me to cut myself to shreds. I just cant help it, when I'm sad or upset, to just reach over my cabinet and grab what i dread.

I don't know why i do it, i get really scared, when i get so angry i just want to die... right here.

right now. I'm dreading the worst. that one day I'll get so angry I'll bleed to death.

as i cry to my pillow, as if it listens, i hear voices inside of me telling me to grab the blade and cut. Cut myself bit by bit into pieces so i don't have to feel pain anymore. like that changes..

And at the end of all this, after all this grief, i still feel like grabbing it and killing myself to sleep.

Sebx. {NOT AIMED AT ANYONE.}