deep scars//

14 : F

Scared

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I'm scared of myself.

Or rather, I'm scared of the demons that are inside of me.

At night, I stare at knives.

I stare at them wondering what it would feel like.

Againts my pulse.

Againts my cold skin.

Through my aching heart.

I stare at them wondering what would happen if.

If I cut myself.

If I made myself bleed.

If I made art on my wrists.

I wonder what it would feel like.

And I wonder.

I wonder if you'd even care.