Warning mention of cutting if you do not like this sort of stuff please don't read. written by me

I get home through my backpack on the ground run into my room and lock the door. It has not been a good day or a good week for that matter I go to my secret box were I keep some personal stuff, I open it and take out the thin, little, silver blade. You might think that I am going to cut myself, well your wrong I won't do it you might think I will but I don't I just look at and then at my wrist and the I put it back it the box. I look down at my wrist not a single mark was made yet, so no, not today.

Again I run into my room lock the door and head towards my box I open it as fast as I can but I don't take out the blade I take out my knife, that's right my switch blade I open it and aim it at my wrist. It makes contact but I stop before it can make any damage at all, it's just touching it wrist, I can feel the cold metal so close to cutting yet i don't do it. I take it off my wrist, close it and put it back in the box and I cry for what seems hours yet just minutes no one is home and I'm all alone. I look down at my wrist. Not a single marks was on it, so no
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Definitely not today