flinching, i loved the pain.
the blood oozing out of the long cut made me smile.
for the first time in a few months.mom, i am sorry i had to do this. i didnt have any choice. i had to do something.
remembering that my mother hated cutting,
i let the tears out
knowing how she would hate me from
above the clouds."what the hell do you think you are doing?"
my eyes felt droopy and my ears were buzzing.
my body felt limp and i dropped to the bathroom floor.
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suicidal √
Short Storythe story of Hannah Lana Roosevelt. full of betrayals. full of abuse. full of heartbreaks. full of pain. but, she was free in the end. © wonhobby- 2016