Unfortunately I won’t die from this. I’ve never cut myself purposely, at least I don’t think so. But tonight as I was holding the knife it just came over me. With all my might I stabbed myself in the wrist. Can’t remember what I was thinking… or if I was thinking anything at all.
At first there was nothing. Then it came flowing out. All the little red blood cells making their escape from the miserable prison.
Soon, very soon, I won’t just be playing around. The impulses are getting stronger, more violent. I was supposed to die 2 years ago when she died. Since then I’ve just been a hollow puppet. Disposable, worthless, forgettable. And oh so messy
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I don’t know what your intentions are but be very careful with self mutilation. I have been addicted to it for seven years. I can’t stop. I don’t mean to kill myself, but the impulse is so intense, so damn desirable, that I can’t help by cut a little more, a little deeper. I can’t even count my scars. It does become an addiction, and once you start, it’s almost impossible to stop. Please be careful. You may think your life is worthless, but I have been dealing with depression for eight years. I know how you feel. I’ve been in your shoes. Think twice. Don’t be like me.
Please seek emergency help with this. You’ve inflicted a serious injury to your wrist and you need medical attention and maybe stitches. I think you need help before you hurt yourself again.
I agree, you could bleed out. Go to an ER and get help. You can lie about how it happened, but don’t wait or you might get lightheaded and disoriented and then you won’t be able to get help. Hurry!