Slices

The knife slides across your leg or perhaps maybe your arm and all of a shudden all the pain you felt washes away and instead a different kind of pain fills you. One that you can controll, one that feels sweet as much as it stings. After a while you look down and all you can see is the red liquid that means you can stop. It shimmers off the moon light and you begin to think that all this blood is going to waste. You think of how hard your body is working to try and keep you alive and you get mad. Wouldnt it just be eaiser if it just stopped trying and let you die. Then you go though the ways you chould do it and those are the thougths you fall aslep to. You wake up and you feel imdently diffrent you cant breath you are shaking and worst of all you head is pounding with thoughts each one fighting to stay on the surface. You see a glass of water and the first thought is to do it you look around and see no one around your room and you walk over to it and as you pick t up you hear the door open. Immdeantly you see your foster parent and start crying. You tell them every thing and the next day you are idmeted to a mental hospital. There you receive help that you longed for and can finally see that your not the only one that has gone though this. You stop cutting and eventually feel good enough to go home. You know that you are not completely healed but are one step closer to it