I'm having a bad night. One of the worst nights I've had in a while.
I thought I was better.
It hurts. My mind, my body. It all hurts. I have this suffocating feeling in my chest as I cry and bring the blade across my arm for the fourth time that night. I am trying to be quiet with every sniffle, wince, and breath I take. My parents are right next door sleeping, I can't let them know what I'm doing...
What would they do anyways.
Friends is playing in the background on the tv. It's a good distraction almost every other night, but not tonight. My phone is next to me, with a black screen. "Why isn't he answering me?" I thought. It was nearing 2:00 A.M. with no response. Our one month is tomorrow, and my birthday the next day, why do I feel so lost today?
"Breath in"
"Breath out"
"Breath in"
"Breath out"
I've finally calmed down a little bit. My breath is steady, the blade is on the nightstand, my head against the wall. The exhaustion is starting to settle in, I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but we will see what happens. At least it is our one month anniversary tomorrow. Maybe it will be a good day.
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