I sit in the tub
Blade in my hand
And i realize
No one loves the ones like me
I am not a flower
I am not a sad story
That has a happy ending
No, I am worse
So here I am
The blade in my hand
Tears on my cheeks
Blood pulsing in my veins
I make the first cut
It stings
But it also feels fantastic
And thrilling all at once
Second cut
It doesn't hurt like the first one
It's kinda numb
Just like those drugs
I carry a burden
It weighs me down
My shoulders cant hold the weight
Six year old me flashes in my head
Why did it happen to me
I ask myself this
Over and over
But i can never answer it
Third cut
Just a couple more
I tell myself
Hopefully it'll be over
Another thought
I don't want to lose you
Not now
Or ever
Fourth cut
Mid cut i stop
My hand goes weak
Is this what it feels like to
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Depression is my Drug
RandomTRIGGER WARNING Collection of depressing short stories and quotes. Some are mine, some aren't. Give credit to the writer if you recognize the owner please. Enjoy TRIGGER WARNING
