"Did you want to kill yourself?"
"What did you get out of it?"
"Are you thinking of ways to kill yourself right now?"
"Have you tried it before?"
"Does it feel good?"
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
I will not stop bleeding, I wrote.
I don't know if it will ever stop, but...
Somehow, it feels good.
Digging in over and over again.
Is it because I hurt so bad mentally?
That I wanted to feel something else,
Anything better than the mental pain,
One of deep hurt and long scars.
It scares me to see all the blood,
But the funny part is that I never even felt the razor.
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