Tw: Sh/cutting
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No one will ever notice tale, that is written on my arm.
How direful the the journey must have been, to lead to this harm.
"Oh."
Right, the feeling of regret has crawled up my spine and reached every corner of my mind.
I was so blind.
"Just stop."
If it was so easy, why can't I?
"Oh my..."
I had covered up all the mess created on my wrists.
No one could ever analyse the history behind this artwork.
It could take one second to create such chaos, but it can take years to heal.
"Yes, it is real."
I had observed my skin with all the work, that has been on for years.
One discovering my secret, that I had hidden so well, was my one of my biggest fears.
I appeared horrendous. Disgusting. Gross.
All the repulsive acts are chiseled in my skin and I cannot hold it in.
As my hand lead to the piercing knife, you had walked in.
All the colours had flowed down my arm and the old, disgusting aids had been scattered in the room.
"..I wanted to check, if your flowers bloom."
With fear and panic, you had questioned my doings.
You had made me believe that you cared.
"I was so scared."
I had said, I would end these ghastly doings.
My will is weak and had stopped working. So, the second time you caught me. All the words, that you said, were never true to deceive.
But I would have rather being told it is a lie, than something to believe.
You had humiliated me and demanded something, that made me despise you.
The next line, did pierce my heart through.
"You're disgusting. How about we take a picture and you will look back on this when you're older. Then you'll see how messed up you are."
I wasn't even sure, if I could survive another five years.
But hey, on my streak. Cheers!
