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π–‘π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–—π–šπ–’π–’π–”π–—π–˜

Behind that big bright smile is the cold hard truth . Behind those bright eyes are the eyes of the devil. Behind that huge heart of yours, is the heart of a sinner.
Your lies and rummors travel faster than the forest wildfire . not only did that wildfire burn down people's image of me, but it also burnt down my trust in you. My trust shattered like glass smashed by a hammer. The hammer of which is your words. From a hammer it became a needle. Each words felt like a needle slipping into my heart.
I always wanted to be a biologist and study the human body. I was told hearts were red but mine is black and blue. Bruised by the inhummane words you throw at me. It just didnt seem right so i wanted to be a doctor.
I wanted to hear others heartbeats and cure them of their ill. I put my sethestiscope against your chest but instead of hear the pure thumping of your heart, i heard your ill will. I wanted to cure others of their ill but i forgot one patient, the most important one of them all. Myself. I didnt block out your words, letting it infect my mind. The constant echoing of your words in my mind drove me to insanity.
I sat under the running water, a cutter in my hand. Its blade was pure metal with a lining of red at the edge. The red smelt like copper, a smell that was ever so familiar. It smelt like my sadness, my desperation, my cry for help. A silent plea no one heard.
A pure liquid runs down my face. I was either unclear if that liquid is water or just my tears or i was just sinply naive. I raised the cutter towards my monsterous wrist. A wrist with many lines that differ from long to short, faded to fading. Smilling, i slashed against my wrist. I lost count of how many times i slashed as my hands losts its strength and i dropped the knife that landed with a clang. My vision blackened as i knew that this was finally the end. My book has finally reached its last chapter. I was apart of a fairytale, a fairytale with no happy end.
I knew that i would soon be meeting my creator. On my knees, as i await to recieve my final judgement.
Β©lunamoon