redamancy

fuck (trigger warning)

I found an object.

A magic object, that turns sadness into terror.

There's blood dripping down my leg, into a pool on my floor.

I'm watching it.

Everyone is asleep.

I can't think

I need to smoke.

But I can't walk.

I can't move without pain shooting up my body from my hip

I sliced the same place over and over.

Worse than ever before.

But no one will save me.

I must learn to save myself from drowning in my own blood.

I must learn. I must learn.

It burns.

This burns.