(TRIGGER WARNING)
"People who write their pain on their body"
First slice, second slice, third slice.
And now he watches his hand drip with blood. This is what makes him feel most comfortable, no one can judge his self made scars, no one can judge him.
In school you see him so happy and worry free, laughing with his friends, everyone loved this him. No one knew the real him, the one who cries himself to sleep everyday, the one who's broken inside, the one who's scared to move on and start over. He doesn't want pity, he wants someone like him, they'll understand each other.
