I laughed while my tears of sorrow ran down my cheeks.
They dripped onto my wounds, which began to burn.
I watched the blood run down my arm.
It was like an addiction. The addiction of watching myself suffer.
The addiction that made me want to hurt myself.
And I loved it.
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My Texts
RandomI will upload here many of my texts that I write. Maybe one or the other feels a little more understood and not so alone. !TW! Suicidal thoughts, SH and more