With each cut i sought( thanks Ms Dhot 4 e correction) comfort... With each cut i gained solace... until the sight of blood appeased me... It was death i wanted to seek through my hands.... No one is responsible for my actions... except for myself... It was after that i realised my stupidity... and vowed never to do it again... I promised my frens and love ones... Im beginning to appreciate the meaning and value of life... and hopefully it will be more kind 2 me... No more sucidal tendencies... Btw... now it doesnt even bear any trace of anything... its as good as healed... So pple... dun worry about me... i am fine... everyone gets depressed once in a while...