Slowly pushing water in the wounds. Pain, everything is all about pain. The cuts hurt twice because the blade was rusted and thrice because of water pushed into it. They’ll hurt more when I cut them again. Make myself suffer till finally I cut too deep…

Held my head up high all this time, but now it seems I can’t take anymore. The feelings of guilt that rush inside out finished me where all the bad news and the reproaches failed. I crumbled from within.

I just can’t take all of this anymore. I’m not who you thought I was… I tried my best to be perfect.