Harm.
Harm.
Harm.
The blood drips down from my wrists.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Why is there so much..?
It escapes through the words i carved in myself
The dry, ripped, skin leaking
leaking that crimson color
i hate so much
Why can't I stop?
I have to stop.
I need to stop
BUT I DONT.
I SCRATCH THROUGH MY ARMS
TILL THEY TURN RED
BITE AT MY NAILS
UNTIL THEY ALL BLED
THAT CRIMSON COLOR THAT I HATE
SO MUCH
BUT NOT AS MUCH
AS MUCH AS I HATE MYSELF
and now i cry,
because no matter how much how hard i try
i cant stop
please make it stop
please
please
please
please
pleas
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PoesíaWARNING: This story might be a lil disturbing. Please stay safe :) Just a little something to vent in. And please be nice, this is my first time writing.
