Does anyone else wonder what would be the aftermath if you killed yourself? Who would cry? Who would be sad? Who wouldn’t care? Who would be happy? What would my family think? What would my best friend think? What would my best friend do? Who would be shocked?
All these thoughts to through my head. Constantly. I wish they would shut up.
The feeling… Of cold steal against my skin… I crave it… I miss it… I NEED it… My heart speeds up at the thought of tearing into my own flesh… My heart races when I see a knife… Wishing for the blade to split my skin like butter… I shake… I can’t concentrate… I want it so badly… I will give in before long…
