My razor
As I was cleaning my room yesterday I ran across one of my razor blades. I haven't been able to throw it away or forge about it. As I hold it in my hand I wonder what I should do now. I know what I want to do. I am just tired of all of this crap and I am ready to end it all. I just want to cut. Well I feel the need to cut. So I guess that being said I now know what I am going to do.
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Please don\'t do it! I so feel for you. I have been there, I cut cut cut. My little girl spotted the bloody lines once and kept picking at them (ouch). She thought it cool and asked me how I got them. That experience taught me that I need to be strong for my children. I am the adult here and I have to teach how to take care of people and of ourselves.
Like you there are times when I think \"why ?\" , but ending it would be the easy exit for me, then I think of the mess that I would leave behind, and the horror for
the people who\'d find me like that. And I remember of all the times that I thought: \"I have always wanted to learn the Piano\". So I teach myself to play the piano instead.
You talk about all the things that you have done to your friends, would you like to share your story with me?. I feel that I wronged people sometimes, but have I really? Perhaps we could talk things through, would you like that?
I\'m sorry I just think it\'s too late for me. Thank you though for writing.
You have a choice.