I'm sick of life.
I'm sick of love.
I'm sick of him.
I'm sick of everything that he left.
I'm sick of everything now.
I'm sick of being insecure.
Maybe everything will go away if I just do one cut...
One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Wait what am I doing?
What will Seavey think?
After all he is the reason for this...
I grab my razor and paint a picture on my wrist.
A dark red picture.
Blood all over.
Non of the cuts are deep enough.
I'm too afraid of life but I'm also afraid of dying.
Please help me.
It won't stop!
Every second I think of him!
It makes me want to go deeper into my wrist.
Deep enough to kill me.
I'll say one last goodbye.
But no one will hear it....
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Authors Note
This is a Why Don't we FanFiction so stay tuned! ;)
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I also don't like suicide so if you need someone to talk to I'm there in the comments.
