!! this one shot contains self harm , please click off if it's triggering >< !!
" I'm not beautiful " " Yes you are, a different kind of beautiful. "
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close the bathroom door he's finally alone he checks the lock once more make sure the walls are closed
he crouches down as he waits for his shaking hand to calm down he's been doing this for too long but why was he afraid of hurting in this way that would bring him relief?
he closed his eyes as he draws line after line of pretty red slashes all across the empty canvas he loved to see the colour red but not what would come next.
the world's spinning his head is dizzy why did it hurt much more than it should have?
the blade slips out of his hand as red leaks out of them he closes his eyes as he waits for angels to reach them
every single day, chan was closer and closer to paradise . no one found him, no one really cared. after all, he was always that friend who was always okay.
every morning, he would wake up, head hurting from lying on the concrete floor for too long. his head would buzz, playing a funeral song for his head. he winced softly as he watched the blood continue to trickle, hissing at the contact of the harsh waterfall against his open wounds.
just another tissue to wipe away wash away the tears from yesterday time to wear my signature smiling face hope they don't find me ever again
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chan pulled a hoodie over his head, whimpering at the contact of the flesh against the hoodie's material. he didn't bother to put bandages or plasters on his wound. it was too pointless. there was simply no point in trying to treat wounds that would only be re-opened. no use in loving the broken. no one could reverse the irreversible, but if only someone could love the unlovable.
