My mind is fuzzy. Nothing seems clear to me anymore. It feels as if my body is moving with a mind of it's own. Through cloudy lenses I catch a glimpse of light reflecting in my hand. The silver metal I now hold feels cold and weightless in my grasp. What am I thinking? The question pounds in my mind. I should feel afraid, remorseful even. Instead I feel...nothing. Nothing except for the coolness of the metal meeting my skin.
What the fuck am I doing? The voice grows louder the longer I drag the metal across my skin. It doesn't matter anymore. It's too late to rethink this. Red paints my skin intricately as it flows down my arm. It's haunting, the deep red. A color I wish I didn't miss. A color that stings and makes itself known. As much as I want to look away, I can't pull my eyes away from the sight. The realization of what I've done hits me in that moment. An act I can't take back. Tears begin to fill my eyes. Guilt weighs down heavy on my chest. I slowly close my eyes, allowing the invading darkness in my vision to consume me.
Is this the way it ends now?
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Lock Away Your Heart
RandomTW: physical abuse, self-harm, death, eating disorders Keep to yourself, don't draw in unwanted attention. Don't you dare let that cheerful attitude fade. Put on a fake smile and go about your day. No one needs to know what goes on after dark. No on...
