Razor blade. Brand new. Fresh out of the box. I can’t remember how long it has been since I felt so mother fucking sick I wanted to do this. But I wanted to cut. And I couldn’t.
Why?
My skin is so tough and weathered I couldn’t get the blade through it. I BENT the fucking blade.
What kind of life makes you so callous and so tough you can’t even draw blood?
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I’ve never cut because I always said why cut if it won’t kill you… you know? What would the point even be to cut yourself if suicidal? It won’t kill you… it will just be more unnecessary pain.
Consider being thankful you don’t understand why.
Y’know, Cause of Death: Suicide,
I’d ask why you slam your head on walls and concrete, or why you harm yourself to the point where you’re all bruised and black eyed.
Maybe your reasons won’t be that different from cutters.