Sometimes the blood is messy...

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Your in your room at midnight and your crying because of the pain. So what if you wanted to do it? It was clear you'd regret it! Why is there so much blood in one wrist??? It's a nightmare to clean up and people might notice it. You go downstairs with dry blood on you wrists praying nobody will wake up. You find the anti-persperant spray and take it to your bedroom. 

After hours of scrubbing the red stained floor you have an idea. You've realized that repeated pain isn't the only way out of this world. You pick up the spray. Your whole body is shaking like mad as you unscrew the cap. Tears run down your eyes as you press the poison liquid to your lips.

It tastes awful but you force it down. Half of the bottle was gone in one quick swig. All the colour leaves your sweating, hot body. Every inch of you is in pain. You shout for your family but they're all asleep.

Now nothing will ever bring you back. Now you have joined the endless spiralling network of the suicidal dead.

All because the blood is messy...

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