She sits in the darkness
thinking
thinking about the past,
the future
she turns on the lamp and sits there
she picks up her blade and looks at it
She pulls up her sleeve and looks at her already scarrd wrist
she puts the blade to her wrist and pulls it across
shes useless...one cut
shes nothing...two cuts
shes pathetic...three cuts
but she doesn't stop at three
four more
five more
fourteen more
she should stop
but she doesn't
and she doesn't want to
but she needs to before shes lost for good
she does this all in the darkness of her room
her blades not even hidden from her family
and instead of talking to her family about it,
she talks to her friends
those four little lights keep most of the darkness at bay...
for now
YOU ARE READING
These scars remind us that the past is real...
RandomThese are just some random stuff that I will write. Most of it will be about how I've been feeling lately and if you can relate to these cool beans if not no hate please because I don't think I can take the pain for much longer...I'll be writing unt...
