Chapter 6: Mindless Cries.
Time has come to spill my blood.
Slit the veins of my wrists.
Watch as the red slowly spills on the floor.
Drip.
Drop.
The pain heats up my arm as the stinging has become unbearable.
The tears sting at my eyes begging for an escape.
I welcome the pain though.
The mindless cries leave my mouth.
The pain in my arm is mind numbing pain.
I cannot feel anything else.
It feels good,
amazing even,
In this moment I hold all the po----.
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
