I sat in my room the next time I kept looking at my wrist. I've done this before so it's nothing new. I slide off my ring from my left hand hold in on my palm. I look down at my scar filled wrist and think. "do I need a new one"...i start to hear a soft voice telling me I need to feel the pain again. It used to feel so good when I did it before what can one more hurt. I took my ring and slowly slide it up and down my wrist on the sharp part making blood draw out for my arm. I look at it as every last drop hits the floor. I still don't feel the pain anymore. I just feel nothing but pleasure from this. I know this may or may not be the death of me but, I stopped caring a long time ago. I kept going as I got deeper I felt it.... Like I knew then I had to stop. I think bad to the first time I did this. My mind then wonders off to a image of Alex holding me. Alex..... He's the reason I haven't been doing it that often anymore. I know this is bad. I just can't hurt him by hurting myself anymore. All I want is to see that beautiful smile of his and know he loves me.
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Non-fictieyou tare me and I rip u kiss me and I kiss u deeper you don't understand what u mean to me the sweet smiles the longing behind each kiss you give the way u say I love you to me leaves me breathless
