The sharp blade in my hands as cold wet tears roll down my cheeks. why am I doing this? why am I hurting myself on the outside as much and he has hurt me on the inside? Oh right, because I want him to see the scar he has scraped across my heart.
I slowly dig the sharp pencil sharpener blade Into my soft pale skin. my teeth gritting as I bare the pain. the warm liquid that oozes down my arm and drips onto the bathroom tile floor. tears spilling out faster then ever as I grunt in pain. I just sit there as if that all I needed to be thrown down. but no, I can go through a lot more then that small amount of pain. I pick the blade back up and dig the blade the other direction forming an x on my wrist with blood all Over the floor and my arm.
What have I done?
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