_tw suicidal fantasy_
This is the last time
The knife will never again leave its drawer
Not after tonight
Not by my hand
I’ll take it out
Unsheathe the tool of my end
I just... I just wanna...
Hold it against my skin
There will be no restraint
Not this time
I’ll dig it in as deep as I can bear
Tear a horrible **** in my arm
I wanna feel the agony
Watch myself bleed out
Until it gets foggy
Until the room starts to sway
Then, I can lay myself down
One last time.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 1:08 AM UTC
_tw suicidal fantasy_
This is the last time
The knife will never again leave its drawer
Not after tonight
Not by my hand
I’ll take it out
Unsheathe the tool of my end
I just... I just wanna...
Hold it against my skin
There will be no restraint
Not this time
I’ll dig it in as deep as I can bear
Tear a horrible **** in my arm
I wanna feel the agony
Watch myself bleed out
Until it gets foggy
Until the room starts to sway
Then, I can lay myself down
One last time.
Ugh... my heart aches for an end...
dw I’ve contacted suicide prevention
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