A thought of Suicide

I grab a blade within a second. My tears rolling down of depression. The thoughts i have while cutting. The dreams i have while sleeping. People who had my back suddenly all left . I have no trust left i don't know who i am . Where to find me? Where to go? I have no one left so I'm on my own. Traveling on the shadows of my heart but there's no journey to reach. My thoughts i have are wild and it doesn't seem to stop. all i think about is blood dripping from my little wrist on the top I proudly say my scars gives me strength to live