(Y/n)'s P.O.V
I cut to feel the pain, to know I'm alive. I do it not because I want to die, but because I want to live.. Most people don't understand this about me. But then, who understands me?
I've wondered that for most of my life, and yet I still haven't found the answer.
My life has been turned up side down since I was about 8 or 9, I'm not sure which. I always thought it was my fault that my dad walked out on us, but now, in my older years, I realized I couldn't help it, he wanted to leave.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I cut just a little bit deeper, I wonder how many people would care if I died, but I'm scared of death and what would be on the other side for me. I know that there's a void of nothingness but beyond that I know nothing about what is there.
(Hey guys, sorry it's kinda short and like really slow but in this thing called creative writing sometimes you get the cup without the handle)
(Also if you get where I got the metaphor from you are my new best friend)
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My Angel (A Chase Brody x Reader)
Fanfictionthis begins after Bro average, and is very emotional. (it was written by an edge lord so it might just make you cry)
