Trigger Warning
I was quiet on the ride home.
I couldn't take
These feelings.
Something was wrong.
I wanted to feel okay
So I took some of my sugar again.
(it didn't work)
Frank wanted to cook dinner today,
But I went into the bathroom
I made sure I shut the door,
Grabbed a razor,
And fell to the floor.
It's okay,
You're no good.
You deserve it.
I got it to slide against one wrist
And before I could get the other
Frank burst in.
He watched the blood from my wrist
drip onto the floor.
Oh my god
He was so ill.
The look on his face
Soured.
It grew crimson
And he covered his mouth.
He was too late to cover his wail.
It was so loud.
I felt like he was stabbing me.
His face was wet
He was bawling.
He held me
Stroked my head.
I was too numb to cry though.
"GERARD WHY DID YOU FUCKING DO THIS??? YOU FUCKING IDIOT."
"I did it because I deserved it."
There.
There was his answer.
I wasn't even crying.
"...The bad I was hurting me."
"Oh my god, Gerard, let me look at it."
I showed him my wrist.
It was so deep
And stung horribly.
I felt like my arm was being choked.
No, it was being constricted.
I felt light headed.
I think I'm losing consciousness
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Sanity (Frerard)
Hayran Kurgu"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
