Please.
Please come back.
I'm desperate.
I need something to hold onto.
Something worth living for the rest of my short life.
Caleb, you were my escape.
You where the reason I put the blade down.
Also, the reason why I picked it back up.
Anger takes over inside me.
"Why" I whisper.
Hoping someone can here me.
In these empty halls?
Never.
Pick it up.
The voices are back.
Pick it up, Abby.
I know you want to.
Fine.
What's one cut gonna do?
Maybe three or four at once.
Feeling better?
Nope.
Than keep going.
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I don't stop till my whole arm is blood red.
"Stop!"
"Abby!, Stop!"
Caleb's voice shrieks in my head.
"They're trying to kill you."
His voice leaving echoes.
"Then let them."
YOU ARE READING
scars
Poésiethey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
