How can I do it,
And not cry?
Easy.
I am numb.
I’ve lost control.
These scissors bring me back to life.
Deep? No, not deep enough!
There we are, I see blood.
Guess that means I am alive.
Damn.
Why cant’ I just die?
Let’s make another cut, this will be the last.
Or not.
I’ll move further down my arm this time.
Let’s give the wrist a try.
Two quick cuts and it will all be over.
No one will miss me anyway.
“Don’t do it!”
Wait!
Who said that?
“Don’t do it!”
There is no one in the house.
Who said it?
God?!?!
Why am I doing this?
I can’t kill myself.
I am loved.
I am needed.
I am wanted.
I am loved…
I am loved…
I…am…loved.
Hey, thanks God!
I am going to go call home now.
I need to talk to someone I love.
Thanks for the help!