Guilty

⚠️ TW: SH, ED, MORE!!! The cuts are getting deeper every day. I watch from the mirror as the blood pours from my arms and legs. I sit at the table, watching everyone else eat, but yet why do I feel guilty for doing the same. I watch as the others play with their friends, side by side, but I move behind. The days are getting shorter and I feel my life is too. My mother will cry with she read the note stuck on the fridge by the magnet I would always play with. God, Why do I make everyone cry. I just don't feel like I should. Happy. I want to feel happy, but all I feel is guilt. And the guilt makes it worse and the cycle repeats.