The blade, a serrated edge. It tore through my flesh. Just a simple cut. Not this.
Blood spilling on the floor. No way to hide it. What to do? Should I slit my wrists?
No, not an option. Can’t leave loved ones behind. I clean the mess. Bandage the wound.
I need help and I accept it. Scared of what I did. But it was good because, it was the last time I cut.