SH..

It started with a cloudy rainy day. Dont know why i did it dont know how. That blade was my lost hate it but did it. Love it but hate it. Hate it when the blood tears color roll down on the arm. Hate it when the pain go all over inside my arm. Hate when no one heard my quiet scream. Hurt it when no one heard my help sign. And now you ask what it felt like?