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by Broken Dreams Nov 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My arms all bloody, it hurts so bad. I just keep cutting, I can't let go. I've got a nice hard grip, with every slice. My Brain says stop, but my body says cut. The blades so sharp, it cuts so smoothly. There's so much blood, and way to much pain. The pains all gone, I'm getting light headed. I drop to the floor, in a puddle of blood. My breathing slows, and my eyes close. i can't yell for help, so I lie there to die. I open my eyes, and see a really bright light. I don't know where I am, or if I'm even alive. I hear my mom, and turn my head. She's on the phone, with tears in her eyes. She looks my way, and hangs up the phone. She runs to me, and holds me tight. I ask where I am, and how I got here. She said Zach found me, and called 911. I was on the floor, covered in blood. I wasn't breathing, and he thought I was dead. I started to cry, and said I was sorry. I'll be stronger next time, I won't let it win. I told her life's to hard, and there's too much stress. I couldn't handle it no more, I had to get out. She said she'd help me, and all I had to do was ask. I told her she couldn't, she just wouldn't understand. She told me she loved me, and to just stay strong. There's help out there somewhere, and we'd find it before long.