"The words... they sting more than the cuts ever will... they peirce my skin more than any object ever can. And they get trapped in my head. Only to be repeated by my demons...
Their words... they hurt when they hit me... and they leave marks... deeper than the knife...
His words... the last thing he said to me... they burn more than the rope that was around my neck... before i took my final breath...
Your words... are the reason she hung herself..."
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My escape
RandomThe pain. The scars. The cuts. The blades. The end... SOME PARTS MAY BE TRIGGERING, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED