The blood drips down my hand,

pooling on the floor.

The blood is so pretty.

It makes me cut more.

The funny thing is

I'm not going to stop.

I'm going to cut

until I get to the last drop.

I'm so determined to

cut until I die.

That's what I plan on doing.

I'm strong. I won't cry.

Drawing pretty designs

then watching the blood run

makes my heart pound.

This is so fun.

Not only do I cut my arms,

but my legs and stomach, too.

I have a fascination with cutting.

Yes, it's obviously true.

The blade caresses my skin

in such a beautiful, delicate way.

It makes me feel so alive.

I could cut all day.

Now it's time to get serious.

I'm going to cut until I can cut no more.

Getting ready to free myself,

I lean against the locked door.

Sitting down,

I put the blade to my chest.

I drag the blade across my skin.

Tonight is going to be the best.

Moving to my legs,

I slash the blade across.

The blood shimmers.

It looks like red lip gloss.

Again and again,

I feel the blood trickle down.

There's so much blood.

I just might drown.

The blade begins to hurt me,

but a pain that feels good.

I start feeling dizzy,

just like I should.

Feeling dizzy,

I need to cut more.

I'm not going to stop.

I've stopped before.

I begin to notice

the tears forming in my eyes.

My vision is becoming blurred.

When will someone hear my cries?

I begin to lose

all my grips on life.

All I'm focused on

is killing myself with the knife.

Bleeding uncontrollably,

I'm so close to death.

It gets harder to breathe.

One of these is going to be my last breath.

Still holding the blade in my hand,

I continue to tear my skin.

I feel like I'm drowning in my blood,

but there's no way I can swim.

Finally I feel the darkness

take over me one last time.

My hand drops the blade.

It's all going to be fine.

Slipping away into the darkness,

my life has come to an end.

I wasn't good enough to go to Heaven.

To hell is where I descend.

Burning in hell forever,

with a fire very hot,

my body lies in my bathroom,

soon waiting to rot.