Please, Don't Do It.Please, Don't Do It. by xrainingxbloodx
I can't take this anymore. The stress, the screams, the pain. Everywhere, this continually goes on. Sorrow overcomes my mind. Numbness destroys my nerves. I reach for the sharpest object I can find; anything will do. Just something to make me feel again. Tears stream down my pale face. Washing away the eye-liner, making me look alive. I shut my eyes as I experience the sensation of my flesh tearing open. I look down and I see, through blurry eyes, the blood spill out, filling the gash on my shaking wrist. I quickly cover it and glance at a mirror, staring back at bloodshot eyes. I run my fingers over the slightly raised skin and cry even more. I cry not because of the tingling pain. No. I cry because I am weak. Weak enough to go through with these selfish actions. I have become a slave to self injury, and I will never forgive myself.