And for the first time in months my fingers itch to hold a blade once again. And for the first time in months I press the sharpened edge to my skin and watch the crimson bead slowly around the edges of the fresh cut. And for the first time in months my anxieties disappear for a second. And for the first time in months my weight isn't the only thing on my mind. For the first time in months I actually think I'll be okay. And only from destroying myself do I get that feeling of actually being okay.
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Elysian
RandomElysian- Beautiful or creative, divinely inspired, peaceful and perfect.. Everything I wish my life was, these are excerpts from a book I'll never publish
