A blob of deep red seeping from my arm.

So pretty.

Dont worry, I wont do any lasting harm.

Im sensible.

The cuts get deeper as the days go by.

It doesnt hurt.

The more blood lost, the less tears cried.

I never cry now.

People are saying Im going mad.

Im not.

Maybe I am, is it normal to feel this bad?

Of course.

This time is really confusing me.

Dont panic.

You cant escape from it; theres nowhere to flee.

So fight it.

Scars spread ever closer to my wrist.

Whats happening?

I know what to do, I cant miss.

No, dont.

Searing pain shooting up my spine.

Make it stop.

A dizzy head but Im feeling fine.

Dont fall.

Theres a lot of red on the floor.

Like a carpet.

I dont think I can stand up anymore.

Then sit.

Head spinning crazily, I can hear bells.

Getting quiet now.

Is this it? Am I freed from my living hell?

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