I used to think I could get over this. I saw my life flash before my eyes as the blood flowed down my scratched up wrists. This is the end. I picked up the blade and slit my throat.
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She paints a lovely picture,
But there's a shocking twist.
For the paintbrush is a razor,
And the canvas is her wrist.
This replayed in my head as my vision became blurry and I stepped into the light.
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Blade
Non-FictionKayleen thinks that if ignoring everything in her life it will be okay, but what happens next will even bring you to tears. Based on true events in my life.