WARNING: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS!
A cold silver blade
Rests against her forearm
Tears stung her bloodshot eyes
Her body shivers
From immense internal pain
Should she do it?
Overthinking has stopped her
Countless times before
But she doesnt want to stop
She wants- no she needs
Pain
Disappointment, unworthiness
Distressed and unloved
She feels them all uncontrollably
Knows she's a burden
Wonders why they pretend to care
The blade so close
Pressed against her skin
She forces it into her arm
Feels the easing pain
Blood spills and drips on the carpet
She pushes it further down
Weeping quietly
She moves it carefully up her arm
A giant gash
Streams dark red liquid
Exhilaration and calm
Flood her senses
Like a waterfall filling a dry lake
More blood flows
Another cut happens
Again again again again
Deep cuts hypnotize her
She goes numb loving it
She will do it over and over
Everything will get worse
Nothing will get better
....I apologize if what you've just read was triggering in any way...😥
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