i hate myself for who i am. i have never hate anyone so much as i hate myself. i'm so disgusted with myself. i'm sorry.
the sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
i'm numb to the pain,
numb to the blood,
too numb to realise what is happening,
to realise what i'm doing.
one cut follows another,
and another,
till i cant stop.
the razor falls from my hand,
blood drip down my arm,
tears roll down my cheeks.
what have i done?
the good and the bad times we've been through them all.
