Saturday, 28 February 2009
01:25:52 AM (GMT)
i lay there,
dreading the thought as it passed through my mind....
i held the knive in my hand,waiting for the right time to use it.
i made sure to think about wat i was planing to do.
all those years in rehab,wasted,just because my fantisies of thrusting the knive into
my arm were about to over come me.
wen i realized my thoughts were making my mouth water i took the knive as quick as i
could and sholved it into my arm.it felt good and i watched the blood slide down my
arm like rain on a car window... i licked it to stop the sudden bleeding,and to my
surprise te blood tasted good,i wanted more,and more.....
Last edited: 28 February 2009