I promised myself I wouldn't cry, not this time. Not like I'd done before. This time it would be different, surely I'd learnt from all the times before.
But once I'd started I just couldn't stop, just like all the other times. I could feel it welling up inside, there was just no way to stop it. Tears fell like rain.
Some people don't cry at these times, but not me, I end up sobbing like a baby. Grown man, crying his eyes out!
Good job there's no one around, how stupid would I look. I can imagine them saying "look at him, crying again". They would probarly laugh at me as well.
As soon as the knife went in it started. I knew it would. Cut deep this time, razor sharp,twisting as it cut.
My hands started to shake, I dropped the knife, I had to take a moment. A moment to steady myself, to gather my composure. But then it started, the tears, the uncontrollable tears!