Feeling like I am losing control. Control over myself and actions. Always being told what to do. Always wanting to cut. Cant get away from the depression. The sight and warmth of flowing blood. The sound of it dripping into a pool on the floor. The rippling effect of the flowing life source. Tearing of the flesh. Copper scent. The tyrants that abuse. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. The tyrant of cutting. Almost like an addiction. Not a day goes by that I dont cut, Or dont think about cutting. Need to find a way to end it all. Either the cutting or my life. Cant stand it. Cant deal with it anymore. Too much to handle. Too much to deal with.