One cut.
Blood
dripping down my arm
I savor the moment
Two cuts.
A pool
starts to form below my feet
Three cuts.
I can feel the tears coming
as I continue
Five. Six. Seven.
I think of you
and your perfect face
your perfect eyes
your perfect hair
your perfect voice
your perfect life
I hate you.
You should be doing this,
not me.
Tears of blood
spill out of my arm
as I make three more cuts.
I love this feeling.
Why?
I don't know.
But I don't care either.
Nor do you.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
