Another Cut.
The adrinline pulsing through my
veins. The way the colors blend.
The tears rolling down my face as I
cut my wrist again. One more cut.
Make reality fake. Just a little
physical pain. Can it mask the
mental chaos you created?You are
stressed. This relevies it all. Just
one more cut and you are done.
Slide the razor along your wrist.
More pain puts you in a helpful
bliss. Can I cut again?You think to
yourself. Nobody cares so why not.
Author's note- Do you like these? oh well comment!
