
A LOOK INTO MY BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
MY MOODS LEAD ME INTO MADDNESS
MY RAZOR IS MY BEST FRIEND.
CUTTING IS WHAT I DO TO RELEIVE THE PAIN.
SUICIDE IS ALWAYS A REALITY.
DEATH IS ALWAYS WELCOME


I
took out my razor yesterday, pushed up my sweat shirt sleeves and began to cut.Not deeply, just enough for the blood to come to release the pressure.
I just couldnt fight the urge this time.
I had to do it.
The only thing I did control was how deep I cut.
I've been trying to fight off the urge now for the past 2 weeks.
Yesterday I gave in.
I stood there a while & watched the blood beed up then trickle & flow doen my wrist.
I ran the water, dried off my hand & put a paper towel over the cuts which were already begining to sting & stop bleeding.
I clot quickly.
Its funny how ya dont feel the pain or the razor sclicing thru your skin until after its over.
Its like comming down from a high almost.
But I did control it somewhat by not cutting as deeply as I would have wanted too.
I guess thats a good thing right?
