I’d remember and regret everything if I did ‘slit the wrist’.
I remember when I’d shut out the outside world, too much temptation.
I remember the first time I tried ‘it’.
It hurt so much but actually pleasurable at the same time.
I remember when I used to lock myself in my room, trying not to cut myself.
I’d remember the many people who care about me and didn’t want me to leave this world.