Blood on my hands
Cuts on my wrists
Sitting on the cold bathroom floor
My deep blue eyes string like tiny knives poking them
My hoodie sleeves, stained with blood and tears
Why do i do this to myself?
Was it because of him?
Was it because of my friends?
Was it because of me..?
I get up from the ice cold floor
I wrap my arms
Wipe my tears
Put up my hood
And make my way to bed.
I've never really done something like this
Sense IT happened..
Dad had never really been a bad person
Just
Someone with a normal life
Normal family
Semi normal past
No one had anything against him
Not that i knew of at least.
After the incident no one was the same
G
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S
H
O
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S
Never really heard one before
Till it happened
Just a simple man walking down the street
With his family
Coming back from the movie theater after watching the new zombie movie
Laughing about the funny senes
Talking about the jump scares
Till someone
Came out of no where
P
O
P
I heard a thud
The thudding of skin against the concrete
Not a good type of thud
The kind to make you
C
r
y
