Imagine walking into a bathroom with one sole intention.
The intention to get that blade wrapped in toilet paper in the bottom of a tampon box, And to cut yourself.
You take that blade and press it along your thigh. All you can think is...
I AM SO PATHETIC TO EVEN THINK RIGHT NOW WHILE I SHOULD BE SLICING OPEN MY WRISTS! HOW COULD I!?!?!?
And hate how all he could say it was was fine... But that's not what stopped you.
After 2 minutes you stand up and look into the mirror. "Maybe I don't deserve death. Maybe I deserve to just hurt. "
"If I cant be right for the people I love, then who am I to die. At least pretend to be ok so they are ok."
So you live.