As I wept and wept in self pity, I grabbed my razor.
You who I loved could not be with me.
And I could not be with you.
So I cut, deep. Deeper than I had every cut before.
On the brink of consciousness, I watched the blood turn from dribbles into a flowing river of red as I cut more and more.
Then i was numb. No thoughts, no feelings.
Nothing.
But I still want you.
A/n: Thank you for reading this crappy book.
Ik it's shit, no need to tell me in the comments lol.
Kind words appreciated though.
And the last words were totally not inspired by "The Truth Untold" by BTS.
Nope. Not at all.
YOU ARE READING
Why?
General FictionYou may be off limits for reasons that can't be overcame. But I still want you. Warnings: •SUICIDAL •SELF HARM DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE OR IF THESE TOPICS MAY TRIGGER YOU!!!!
