Not good enough - Trigger Warning

Painful doesn't describe it.

Something good is gone.

I cut, deeper than before.

I have been battling against the urge to slash my wrists of late.

I am nothing, not important, a hinderance,

My son is the only reason I didn't slash them, but I cut my arm at the top on the inside.

I felt a sense of euphoria as blood tricked out.

I have also taken a sleeping tablet, just one, to stop myself doing more.

Scary thing is I'm not yet ashamed. I can hide it away, my secret for me.