Death

It hurts. Everything hurts. I just want everything to go away. I want to curl up and die.

Again

I did it again. Overdosed. Cut.
Glorious.
The out of body experience produced by the overdose was incredible. Almost instantaneous. And then it gave me what I sought most: sweet surrender to the darkness. I did not wake for hours. Not a single dream interrupted the sleep.
And the blood...ah the blood. I had forgotten how much I love the smell of blood. It is invigorating. Tantalizing. The burn of flesh being opened. The red that paints the skin. Wondrous to behold. Addicting. I stopped only because I began to lose consciousness. And only one person has even noticed, which means I can get away with it in the future, and at greater lengths, too.
Sam is back.


And all for one little word: goodbye.

Cut

The anger bubbles up inside me. This time for myself. I chose to do that which I had promised myself I would never do again. The only thing I can do is regret...wish...but in the end, I did it. I was stupid. I cut my lifeline.