피 Blood ››› k.th √

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= jung yoomi =

i felt the blade slide smoothly across my skin as it paved a way for blood to ooze out. the piercing feeling was something that no one could get used to but i don't care anyway. i held my wrist as i tasted the pain that slithered through my veins as held in my tears.

my gaze snuck it's way to my recently healed scars which set as reminders for me about how crappy i am.

i dropped my wrist as soon as my wound begun clotting.

the pain in my arm made the pain i felt inside come to a halt for a moment. as soon as the blood stopped dripping the misery i felt came back.

i hate having to live a life wherein even physical pain couldn't forever take the aching that was now forever tattooed on my heart.

i hugged my legs about the horrible day i've had.

i was bullied again as they reminded me of all my imperfections and all that they were that i wasn't.

i decided to lie down on my bed as i tried to ease the pain.

sleeping was probably the only way i painlessly could but it still wasn't enough.

i stared at my pillow which had blood on it from all the wounds i've made while i was on the bed.

i hate myself.

my imperfect and weak self.

i hate me.