trauma induced

I dont know what to say. I am almost at peace as i write this. The idea to slit my wrists wont leave my mind no matter how i try and ive come to learn to accept it. That maybe i should do it. Maybe it is my time to die. I feel like screaming but to tired to do so. It is hard to breathe and i feel like the walls are closing in on me. I hate this feeling and want it to be over.