Black
Have you ever had one of those really bad times in your life, when nothing seems to go right? Everything seems hopeless and all i can do is cry. Life seems bleak and i don't know why. The smallest, mundane things are enough to give up over. Or at least it seems. I cut myself again today. Not deep. But enough to bleed. My boyfriend cried. He asked me why i did it. I had nothing to tell him. I don't know why. I was sad. He left me by myself both literally and emotionally. I felt abandoned. I wasn't trying to kill myself. It was just a distraction, from the pain i was feeling on the inside. But the next day i felt ashamed of my marks. People at school saw them. I feel black on the inside. Empty. Hollow. Dead. Should I just finish it off? I don't think i could even if i wanted to.