 | I hate it.
The feeling that comes.
The urge
To cut.
I can't control it,
I wish i could.
I wish i did.
It'll come out of nowhere,
A sudden tick,
Only one thing can make it go away.
The blade
Against my skin
The only thing that ever made me feel better,
The only thing that makes me feel alive.
My arms
Covered in scars.
Theres nowhere left to cut,
except for one place.
The veins.
My head says no,
but the blade says yes.
Reaching closer and closer for my wrists,
the blood comes,
flows out way to quickly.
Shit.
Need to find a towel,
a tshirt
anything that'll stop the bleeding,
i dont want to die, i cant die yett.
Everything goes dark,
I open my eyes and my mother is there,
standing over me.
Mom whats wrong?
....
MOM WHATS WRONG?!?
she can't hear me.
she has drowned out the sound around her with her own screams,
screams of urgency
screams of terror.
I just killed myself.
I wrote this on my other account ((honey_grlz)) but i re edited it |  |
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