I press the tip of a scissor on my neck. I can feel my carotid artery pulsating against the tip of the metal. If I put anymore pressure into the scissor, the skin might break; the tip will go straight for my artery and blood will be gushing out like water pouring from a pipe. I’ll be drowning in my own blood. What a terrible way to die. I can do this. I won’t mess up this time. I should at least be able to do this much instead of continue to waste away the oxygen. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and press…
I wonder what colour does my blood looks like.
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Major Depression
Різне"Life is a series of facade. Everything is coming undone." Major Depression is my collection of monologues, all these times while I was struggling with depression. Psychiatric issues is still a taboo in our community. But if you're struggling the wa...
