I'm in bathroom right now as I'm writing this with a kitchen knife beside me.

What pushed me here? A stranger I met on wattpad wanting to kill themselves. Why do I care about this stranger? Because I'm human, I'm a caring person, because I struggle with this thought myself.

This a choice, to hold the knife and cut my wrists or put it down and live on.

My heart right now is pounding, my eyes are teary, my hand is shaky, help me please. I want to help you but if you leave I can't.

I need help, you know who you are. Don't leave... because I'm afraid to leave too.