Every cut makes the pain fade.
Every drop of blood that hits the floor makes the world seem a better place.
Some might say am trying to end my pointless life others will say I'm attention seeking but to be honest the physical pain helps mask the mental pain. It drowns it out better than the drink and drugs would ever be able to. No matter how hard I try not to think about the sad life I live the more it drives me to cut the more it makes me want to do the things I regret the most. The one thing it can never make fade, the reason why he left us! Why did he have to leave my mum to fight for herself and me with another baby on the way. I was 4 it's not like I could have done anything but somehow I always feel it was my fault.
I take the blade to my skin again. I promise myself this will be the last time I will cut ever again but I know I'm too weak to resist. I also know that if I go too far one day I could end it all. Don't get me wrong I want this pain to stop but I just don't think am ready to take it that far I still have some things to look forward to in life don't I…