I slice the skin on my arm wishing the voices would go away
*drip drip drip*
The blood runs down my arm and into the pale White sink
The thoughts consume me. Every inch of my body ached and I wanted the pain to stop. The thoughts kept telling me
" no one needs you. your a worthless pice of shit no one would ever love a worthless pice of shit"
For so long i have listened to them, for so long I have sat through the pain, for so long I have wanted love but no one would love a pice of garbage.
I suddenly am interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the bathroom door
" carden , are you okay? You have been in there for 30 minutes. Is everything okay?"
I quickly get a wad of toilet paper to clean up the blood.
" ugh yes " I say In a shaky voice " I'm almost done give me a few minutes I'll be out in a minute" I say trying to rush cleaning up the war I had with myself
" Carden you need to hurry up and get dressed for school so hurry up and get out of the bathroom"
I pull my selves down and unlock the door to the bathroom. I hurry and run upstairs to my room. I hated school I didn't wanna go but I had to so I got dressed and got in the car with my mom.
Mom: hey Carden, I won't be able to pick you up today is it ok if you can walk home?
Me: ugh yes that's fine where are you going
Mom: me and your father are going to North Carolina for a meeting
Me: oh um that's fine
We pull up to my high school and I run to class
