Blood coming to the floor soon stains my hands. I sob uncontrollably in my bath tub with each cut. I see my parents and my friends begging me to stop, but the voices in my head keep telling me to continue. It will all be okay; you are safe, you are home. Keep on cutting till you are numb and relaxed. Can you smell that sweet baby scent? Yeah, that’s your anxiety going away. With each slash, I slowly began to lose my sanity no longer realizing who I am any longer. Submerging in a pool of my blood. Before the blood long reaches my mouth suffocating me. I tried to yell, but I was too weak. Why do I hurt the ones I love? I pick up the blade I set out to cut myself again. I cut deeper and deeper reaching flesh and bones and also excitement. I
