Empty threats

My mind is full of empty threats. The stabbing motion of a knife. It jabs its way into my throat, slices down and turns, I Begin To Bleed. The door is locked, they won't find me until it too late.

The point of the knife is pressed to my throat when suddenly a sobbing mess appears in the mirror before me. She is shaking and tears stream down her face. It Is A Pathetic Sight. It's a pathetic person.

I'm afraid to be alone with myself, in case it takes over.
I'm afraid to be with others least it shows.

The missing piece

I've lived a pretty sheltered life. Grew up in a Canadian middle class family but there's something missing. There's just something not right about the way I live and every action seems like it's getting me further away from fixing it but at the time it feels like it's the right thing to do. I find it hard to believe that this is normal that people just go around excepting this kind of life. Why do we let these things destroy us?