I want my arms to be messy with blood.
Dripping big fat heavy red droplets onto the floor
Running straight down my arms under my sleeves
Staining the fabric with a bright smear of red
I want to empty myself out onto the floor
Drain everything from me until there's nothing left
I want to cut the poison from my veins
I want to see it run with the cracks on the tile
I want to watch it stain the blade of the razor
And dry, crusted on the edges
I want to see it all out in front of me
I want to see exactly what's wrong with me
And I want it to hurt while I watch
(I'm fine, not gonna break a streak that easy)
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After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
