4| blood

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by cloudyfloat

by cloudyfloat

Drip.

Blood everywhere.

Splashing. Spraying. Spurting.

All these crimson tainted my porcelain skin.

Or perhaps my flawed skin.

The liquid dripped on the floor.

That's when I thought that the floor need to be replace from being contaminated by my blood.

Tsk. Can't even do shit properly.

The feeling of the cool blade against my arms felt quite pleasurable if I am being honest.

Ya know they say that death is scary and hard and all those lies? It ain't true. What's tough is living.

After all, suicide is the courageous way out of this bullshit called reality.

We people who commit this act are warriors. And all these scars are our tokens of triumph.

Alas, what honor is it if we can't survive.

Blood.

It hurts.

Numb.

And then, I saw dark.