It was getting late. Around 9 pm and I was getting a hot water bottle ready for myself. I move and accidentally pour the boiling hot water over my cold left hand. A red line running down my forearm. Red all over my hand. My family ask if I'm okay.
"Of course I am."
This doesn't hurt at all.
They don't know of the other things I do when I'm alone. They don't know about the voices. They don't know anything. I walk away to my room, hand feeling uncomfortable but not exactly hurting. The burn is going to show tomorrow. What will my other family think? Maybe they won't even notice.
Even if they do, I'm just going to say "I'm fine" like I always do.
But in reality,
Everything hurts.
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Random Thoughts and Other Things
PoesieJust a book of some of my thoughts, ideas for books I've had and just anything that comes to my mind. Please don't copy, if you get inspired from any of these I'd love to read your interpretations ^_^
