I've gotta let it out

All these emotions pain, anger, hatred, and hurt I have stored deep inside me. They need to get out, I can't keep them in anymore. I'm sick of this depression living deep within me. So I pull out my knife, as my hand trembles with Anxiety. I know it's wrong but I've just gotta let this out. The blade touches my weak, soft skin. I press hard but try not to cut too deep. Finally, I break the skin, and all my emotions pour out...