The Blade

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by Auntie_Feather

by Auntie_Feather

~The Blade~

The cold icy blade,

running across my skin,

sending chills down my spine,

crimson blood running down my wrist.

Dripping down drop by drop to the sink below me.

I feel calm, and in control.

The devil inside me has taken my soul.

The blade is doing it's job. 1 time, 2 times, 3 times, and more.

My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my heart pounds faster.

I wake up the next day groggy and confused.

People pounding on the bathroom door.

My brain pounding in my head. I put on my best face, because they can't know.

I find an excuse, for everything, and their world will be fine.

No matter if mine is a living hell.

They'll never know.

Until it's too late.

(Not mine it described alot when i was going through a tough time)