If I go into The Darkness.

Shiny blade.

Running across my wrist.

How can I possibly think this will relieve me of my pain?

Again, and again it is repeated.

I just want it all to go away.

I can no longer remember what is nightmares and what I have lived.

I want it all to be nightmares.

So none of it would be true.

So my mum didn't find my cigarettes.

So I didn't start cutting again.

So I didn't get caught.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.