It’s happening again.

Hi,

I’m thinking ’bout it again, it’s like a dream ’bout dying. You know just to forget everything, the stress is just to much.

I’m sure I will cut again, but still gonna go to school tomorrow.

When I tell someone what is happening to me, they just have those eyes that are cold and painful to watch.

I hate to open up to people.

I so wanna end all of it.

But there is the guilt, what are my family and close friends gonna think and fell?

I just want my blood to flow out of my body, drop after drop.

And maybe the gushing out part is gonna be the best!

I miss the empty time of my body.

Bloody, bloody after time,…

Just will write a goodbye letter to you all, and my family.

So bye..