Suicide

I talk about suicide a lot.. It used to only be talk, until March 28th, the day I'll never forget. But now, when I talk about it I want to do it. I want to so badly. But after I think about it for a while, I tell someone. I text Reanna or Kitannya. And just letting someone know I'm thinking about it, makes me not do it. Some sick feature in my mind or whatever. I think about starting to self harm again a lot, but I never do, I really want to, but I'm scared someone will find my blades, or my cuts. But what I really want to do, is cut on my wrists. But God knows my parents would know what's up. It's not fun cutting where it doesn't hurt, where you can't see it and remind yourself how worthless you are.

I'll make it through tonight, thunder and all.