I am alone. Nobody else is awake and I just relapsed for the first time in months. I wish I could say I hadn’t seen it coming. The burning sensation of the blade across my skin has been calling me for weeks. I haven’t wanted to listen. As of right now it’s the only thing I feel. As much as I hate it. I have tried to feel things, but have grown numb to feeling anything at all. And much to my dismay, I can’t tell anyone. I don’t think anyone takes me serious when I try, so why try anymore? I am “not” afraid to keep on living.