I sit there hoping for you to not notice me. but as i watched you pass i knew you noticed me. you spun around and picked me right up and smashed my head against a locker. i saw dark spots in my vision."Hey emo. you cut yourself yet" you spat at ne i quivered in fear. you punched me until i started to black out, i didnt hear what else you said. Before you left you said "might as well kill your self, emo. the world would be better" before walking away laughing. i just slumped on thd floor, into much pain to think, let alone move. i slowly started to move again i went home as fast as i could and went straight to the bathroom. i took my razor out of its hiding place behind the sink and placed the little peice of metal on my skin.
i cut once, twice, three times until there were 10 beautiful cuts on my skin. i placed the razor on my skin one last time and pressed down. i screamed in pain! my back arched and a realised i cut right to the bone...i could feel the life draining out and my last thoughs were 'i dont have to deal with bullys ever again, im free to...' i never got to finish that thought...
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Guys, never cut even if you dont have a good situration remeber there is someone out there that loves you, somewhere...
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ŞiirPoems and stories. I recommend skipping the first few, their old and suck. -TRIGGER WARNING-
