I made a promise not to cut. A promise that I wish I could keep. A promise I made thinking I could keep it at the time. But in making it, all I've done instead is bottle everything up till now I feel I could just explode and cut like never before. Every day I come across more razor blades and knives in my room. Instead of putting them away like I probably should I just hold them and imagine the relief they might bring. I made the promise to someone I hold very close to my heart, my soulmate no less. But when I think of my reasons not to cut, that features in them less and less. Instead I think it would be good if I cut. If I could just get rid of all these emotions then I could be a better man for her. I could protect her more. I'm shaking with the need to do it. Its either this, or I end it.