It happened.

I saw it coming. I knew i’d do it. I woke up in tears. And then the day went by so slow. I cried for about three hours straight. Everyone left the house and i was alone. And not even one text. I took a shower, and in there i slowly passed the razor trough my wrist. I didnt feel anything but emtiness again. The cuts were deeper this time. I cut on top of each cut. They wouldnt stop bleeding. But one in particular was bleeding so hard. I wasnt scared,i just stared at it. Then it stopped.