I cut again today, the sting of the blade brought me back, a bright red stain bled my heart, the sing of the blade against my flesh, I felt relieved in a sense. memories of when I used to cut, tears in my eyes and full of shame, a bright red stain upon my skin
Really it was either this cutting or a noose prepared for me in the closet. It’s getting worse, I am more agitated in this depression than in any other episode. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I am sick all of the time. This facade is starting to crumble, I can’t even, I just can’t.