sometimes
I can feel what it would be like
even if I didn't slice my wrist
I can feel that wave of relief
that flows through your body
like a calming ocean
and you can feel the Crimson sea
spilling from your wrist
the blood lapping around your arm
growing into a puddle
soon a pool
and now,
you're swimming in your own blood.
YOU ARE READING
unrealistic
Não Ficçãoi dont see the point anymore what the fuck am i still doing here why do i contemplate the decision when i could just go? everyone would be better off ive seen the pictures together the memories with eachother they have told me i am not apart of any...
