I have been told that God controls all we do, all we think. We don't have any choice but to do what God has willed us to do. My thoughts, my actions are all controled by that God.
The scars on my wrists, tell me that God wished for this to happen.
But why does God make me have these thoughts, make me do these actions.
Does he hate me as well?
Does he hate me that much that, he pays attention to me and makes me think this, as well as do these thing?
I take the blade and drag it along my wrist, deep enough for pain but not deep enough to cause any harm.
If God hates me, whats the point of living?
I hate myself, God hates me.
Who will actually even like me, let alone love me?
Even God dosen't.
I am a worthless piece of shit to everyone.
Another deep cut.
I might as well be dead.
I am already a living corpse anyway.
All I got to do is dig this blade deep enough, God will help.
God dosen't like me either way, God will help.
Goodbye world
Goodbye love, sorry for wasting your time.
Last cut, deep enough for damage.
The damage is done just as the love of my life comes in and yells, 'Hey babe'
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Mystery / ThrillerTrigger Warning - This story will contain violence, self-harm, blood e.t.c. You have been warned. I will NOT be putting trigger warning at the start of chapters. Do not read if sensetive ot uncomfortable with these themes I take requests, so please...
