All they see is blood, slit wrist and suicide attempts. A foolish hag in distress trying to dissipate while in her blind fate, she cries. She sees release, happiness, joy, and freedom. A tear for each spirit that escapes her vessel, which was once flooded. She screams in the dead of night but her mouth is sewn tight. Not the slightest sound can escape it's dungeon. The spirits cry and tear at her flesh wishing to leave. Her eyes wide open, mouth still sewn, she hopelessly grasps her savior a sharpen blade still stained with her past. Cut, slit, slash, and tear, beautiful red rivers flow across her body. The stitches on her mouth have been torn, she gently rested her eyes, that have been wore through time, and smiles before barely whispering "freedom at last" then falling back in to the sea formed from the countless tears shed for her dear spirits.
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To You , From Me . . .
Sachbücher*WARNING : Depressing, suicide, letters. Just so y'all know these are actually a peek in my life because i dont feel comfortable talking about much so I actually lie a lot in reL life.
