"My baby.. oh my baby.." My mother said as she looked at my wounded arm, I couldn't do this no more I had to stop it, it was no use, the rope was undone quickly last time, my Father hid all the razors, So what was I to do? I still remember my mother's reaction when I was in the hospital "I hope he's okay Jerry.." Also it was weird I never remembered my father's name being Jerry, I thought it was Mark.. Anyways, I remember waking up in the hospital, walls were white and nurses were there checking everything..
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Short StoryTrigger Warning: This book contains self harm topics, viewer discretion is advised also apologies if this is mocking suicidal people, I don't mean to mock anyone :( You matter, even if people can't see that <3
