TW: SH “99 reasons to go, but 1 to stay”: By Liam Peters The way my hand grips the blade in the position to get ready to slit my wrists for the last time ever because I want to go to sleep but forever. The way my hands shake, and my breathing gets shallow. My wrists look like a blank canvas and the pencil sharpener blade I grip ever so slightly is the paint brush. The tears seep out of my eyes making the blood look like watercolor. I’m a piece of art that will never be hung up in a museum. My dog gets up and looks at me, she knows. She lays on my bloody thighs laying her head on my chest. I start to cry harder and realize what they mean by “99 reasons to go but 1 to stay”. She closes her eyes and just lays there with me, I get up and clean myself, she follows, watching every move I make. She saved me, I think she knows that. I wish she didn’t see me like that, but I can’t go back in time, so I just have to keep moving forward and remember “99 reasons to go but 1 to stay”.
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