Gray smokes coming out of my mouth as I blew another breath. Cigarettes hanging out on my hand, held by my index and middle finger. Packs littering at the floor and ashes falling down my smoke.
Darkness invading my sight as I took another breath. Posters with guns and roses plastered through my wall. My single king sized bed that was gifted by my grandmother when I was 12 was decorated with clothes ruining the princess look of it.
I took the sight in front of me. As usual, I always stand at my big window still. Cars lining up the lane, men and women already rushing to the train and some kids trying to outrun the bus. It was the usual day for me, nothing new.
Waking up, drenched with sweat on you was really a disgusting feeling for me. So I take a step on my bathtub that could easily fit 3 people on it. Cold water splashed through my hair. I was numb though, the cold feeling was refreshing for me. The water turned red and I, who was supposed to be panicking about my menstruation was not fazed by it. It was coming from my arms and legs. Cuts decorating my arm and legs as I wash them. Some are new and the others are old.
I turn to self harming when I was 10 so it's been 6 years since I've been cutting.
This is my usual routine, if I can't sleep I take a packet of cigarettes and smoke through my window. After that slicing some more and felling the cold water, relieving me from the stress that I'm feeling.
This is me and this is my life now.
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