7 !suicidal thoughts!

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Wrote:11/03/19

The blade slid slowly across my wrist and I watched the blood run down arm in tricklets. It felt good to get rid of the pain, even though I tried not to give into the urges. However sometimes they won.

Slowly I made more cuts along my forearm littering it with lines of red and faded white from old wounds. I reached under the sink and grabbed the first aid kit. Flipping the lid open I pulled out the rubbing alcohol and a cloth. Dabbing the soaked cloth onto my wounds, I hissed in pain Slowly I pulled my jumper to cover my exposed arms whilst trying to prevent aggravating my new cuts.

"Evelyn!" My mother's cheerful voice rang out in my flat. I could hear paws frantically hit laminate flooring meaning my mother had scared my poor baby- Dahlia once again. 

I opened the bathroom door and rolled my eyes seeing her dragging her newest boyfriend- Chad.



my gran is a man

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