It's a new day. The blackness surrounds me, inside and all I see and feel is blackness pain emptiness and still more blackness. Now I know in order to survive i have to bleed, I have to cut the badness out, however long it takes. I know I am bad, I've been told it all my life so they must be right. My parents abused me, I hid in corners and now I hide in corners again. My life is my fault, my medical problems are my fault. Anything that goes wrong is my fault. I bought some new blades, I don't care about me. I don't matter so please don't worry I am one who slips through the cracks.

This isn't a suicide note it is a statement of despair and how I feel inside my rotten heart.

Be well (please don't end up like me)
Fuzzy