I want to cut myself. I never have before. In the middle of the night I go to the kitchen and run the knife blades along my wrists. Never pushing hard enough to draw blood. But every night I get closer and closer to doing it. I’m scared and I feel lost right now. The knifes seem like they could empty every last emotion and thought so I could start anew. But the again I’m only 14 I still have my life ahead of me. My parents are protective of me, they would notice the cuts. My school counselor watches me closely because he knows I’m going to do something. But that doesn’t stop the urges.