Slit you made me cry
Wrist now I just . . . . wanna die
Blood is falling on. . . the street
Pooling at my feet
Losing the will to . survive
Consciousness is . . . . taking a drive
About to cry
To
Die
Readers note ;) please disregard the nonsense ".,,.,." I was trying to line up the first words of every line because if you read them you will see a hidden message ....
Slit
Wrist
Blood
Pooling
Losing
Consciousness
About
To
Die
So pretty much my story is about a dying cutter.
I know this on sounds depressing but I promise to make a happier one soon
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