Dear Journal

Dear Journal,

Today I must write

I must wright to save me

myself and I.

I took razors out of

a pencil sharpener.

And cut for the first time.

It hurt a fist, but then it

felt alright.

Today I must write,

I must write to save me

myself and I.

Today I weighed myself

I was almost two hundred pounds.

I got sad a I sliced myself to death