Then I’ll die… I’ll kill myself

I cut myself today. Sometimes it’s just impossible to handle. I feel the need to cut, it is growing and I don’t want only cut my ties. I want cut my army, my wrist, my face…. I want destroy me, send to a place where nobody will ever find. I’m sic of myself, I’m sic of this world. I hate the idea of being alive. I hate being forced to be alive. I hate everything.
I know this feeling is growing and will grow until I can’t handle it anymore. Then I’ll die. I’ll kill myself.