Tonight I'm feeling numb and cold, this huge black hole inside. Craving the urges to kill myself with the nearest sharpest knife. Sitting around in shear pain, watching the blood pour. Feeling the pain pump through my body, and know that this is the final stage. I want to hurt myself so very bad. I don't know what's triggered this off. All I know is I'm living for the moment, minute by minute. Waiting. I'm feeling weak, can't take anymore. Want to end my life. A permanent solution you say, maybe that's what I like.