Dear Razor,
When I picked you up, I expected it to hurt. It didn't hurt. It was the best sensation of my life.
I felt the pain slip away like my blood, down the drain. The red spiraled down the white sink, and I felt like my worries sinking with it.
Stories from other cutters flashed behind my eyes. They said it was addicting, and they were 100% right.
I want to die, feeling exactly like I do right now.
Is that bad?
- Valerie
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Letters to You
General FictionLetters to You is a series of letters from a close friend to a victim of suicide or just really sad letters. A few are just letters or messages to someone the person has noticed a change in, or just was writing to for some reason or another. The nam...
