Again.

I did try to do it. A few pills too many. Vertically down. Left the blood to spill. And laid down to die…

And yet, I’m still here.

I cried when my alarm woke me up; I just don’t want to be here anymore.

I checked my arm in the morning, now it was light and I had my glasses on to see properly.

They weren’t deep. Again.

I can’t understand, why wasn’t it enough? I pressed and pressed as the blade was in my skin, right above the vein. i made multiple cuts, just to make sure.

And yet I’m still fucking here.

Why won’t anything kill me?!