the voices, the words, the pictures the blood. the fucking blood, how it drips a deep red the pretty pictures it can make on the floor, the doors it leaves open on the skin but it wont be returning.
the voices, slowly making you go crazy... slowly making you lose your mind
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self harm / depression quotes and poems
Randoma series of quotes, poems, songs on self harm and depression, may be triggering. So I've passed the limit so I'm starting a new one