I've been wearing long sleeves and pants now that it's becoming a whilst thing for me. I went home to draw the bath so I could relax. My parents were at it this whole week and I really don't get to relax. At school I'm stressed. At home I'm stressed. It never ends. I have nobody to talk to. I guess I should just go at it again. I unwrapped my blades and dug it into my arm. Again. And again and again. My blood was streaming everywhere. The bath was the color of it and I knew I had to stop then but... Black... Nothing...
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Teen FictionWhat is it like in the eyes of someone contemplating suicide?
