One slice.
Two.
Stop.
The cuts on my arms and legs.
My scars on my arm has been healing.
Stopped cutting on my arms.
They were noticable.
My legs.
My legs had more.
I wanted to cut more.
Letting everything out.
My depression.
My anxiety.
My sadness.
I want to continue on cutting my leg.
I want to cry.
I want to feel numb so i don't have to feel so sad.
I can't do this anymore.
Theres no one to go to.
Its always "suck it up" or "I'm not you."
I want someone to look me in my eyes and hug me.
And never let go.
Tell me that eveything is going to be fine, I'm here for you.
I want someone to cheer me up.
I want someone to be there for me.
And not leave me.
It hard to take a big step by myself.
I can't take deep breathes.
Everything seems so happy for everyone.
Everything in my world.
Seems so sad.
So blue.
So dull.
I just want to cut.
But i can't.
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The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
