you can do this jimin.

you can do this.

i took a deep breath and pushed the cold metal across my wrist in a
straight horizontal line.

the cut instantly filled with red,

and small drops of blood dripped down my arm.

it hurt like hell,

but i didn't care.

in order to help you,

i need to know how it feels.

i need to know why you do this.

i need to know how to help you stop.

but,

how am i supposed to do that if
you won't talk to me about it?

even if it hurts,

i'll do it for you.