I take one glance at my wrist and see the thin bluish, greenish web-like veins
The urge to open them up today is to strong
To feel the high hot warmth of blood drip and then then rush down my wrists contaminating whatever it lands on.
To feel the sharp jabs of needles that causes my eyes to water and for me to go momentarily blind.
I pray for an eternal silence.
I never did understand cutting. I’m not particularly afraid of pain, jabs of needles or anything. For me it would only serve a purpose to do it so deep it ended my life…. just for the pleasure would be watered on me. each to their own though :0)