I can't let this happen again. No more blood can spill from my own intent. Thoughts rushing through my head, I know there's a blade beneath me, just one little slice... okay that's a lie. I'd keep on cutting until I die, unless something stops me. I can't do this again, what the hell's going on inside my head, it's pretty bad but I haven't bled, at least not yet, but this isn't the end. It's never the end.