As she looks around her room,
She wanders.
"Is this what I need to do?"
She looks down at her arm,
She says to herself.
"It's the only way i feel my true pain."
She picks up her blade,
Freshly sharpened.
"I'll only do one,
She runs the blade across her wrist,
Once, twice, three times.
"One more couldn't hurt could it?"
Four, five, six.
New red lines.
"I should stop now but the pains to good."
Seven, eight, nine,
The blood runs down her arm.
"Why does it feel so right when i know it wrong?"
Ten, eleven, twelve,
She lest the tears fall down her face,
"No one will understand."
She washes the blood off,
It runs down her fingers and down the drain.
"No one knows why."
She pulls down her sleeve and fakes a smile,
She thinks to herself.
"No one realizes what I've done."
Later that night as she lays in bed,
She runs a finger over the cuts.
"Maybe now i wont hurt."
But sadly,
She knows that's a lie.
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These scars remind us that the past is real...
SonstigesThese are just some random stuff that I will write. Most of it will be about how I've been feeling lately and if you can relate to these cool beans if not no hate please because I don't think I can take the pain for much longer...I'll be writing unt...
