You know what really kills someone..? Pushing them further into the battle within their mind, so fucking far .. that metal finally meets their perfect skin.. To drag it across that clean little wrist of there's.. To see the red stained lines all over their arms.. Their perfectly shaped thighs covered in battle wounds. Here come the days where summer turns into a month of winter clothing. No-one quite understands why you practically live in your hoodies or your jumpers, you tell them you're just cold and funny enough they believe you.. not that you want them too, deep down inside you wish they would understand and be caring and helpful but how do you bring the topic up? how do you tell them you physically hurt yourself? surely they wouldn't be too understanding.. they'd hate you.. well atleast thats what you tell yourself everyday.. you tell yourself that no-one cares and no-one would understand your position in life.. but then again in the back of your mind, the one thought you pushed so far back that its genuine existence doesn't really matter, there's that thought that someone really does understand and wants to help you through this but yet you still haven't came across THEIR existence let alone being able to find the old you ever again..
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battle scars
NonfiksiYou know what really kills a person..? Having bullied them so much that they took an Ice cold blade to their skin. Putting them through so much hate they loose all self belief.. Putting them at a war with themselves can cost them their own lives.. ...
