I pulled out the knife from behind my bed. The urge to end it all was killing me. I was done with this world and all of the people in it. I took the knife to my wrist and pressed. As I dragged the blade across my bare skin, I could feel some of my tension melt away into thin air. Blood immediately began to drip out of the cut. I had cut deep and the blood was falling to my white sheets. I felt pain, but in a new way, I kind of liked it...
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The Boxcutter
RandomAlthough this story is still being written, this is kind of the story of my life. Sometimes life seems like too much and I have wanted to end it. So this story is honestly more like a diary, only the characters aren't technically me.
