Regret

I regret the scars on my arms. I wish i hadn't put them there. Actually i wish i still didn't WANT to put them there,even though i know it only takes away the pain for a little while. I wish i didn't have to pretend to be happy and hide my depression behind a wall. I regret me ever coming to the point that i want to just die, just take my knife and slit my wrists and watch my life bleed out of my as everything goes black. I still cut,and i have more regret than i do hope.I'm not sure if i have any hope anymore. I mostly regret that i didn't tell anybody when i had the chance