I wake up to an emptiness aura in the room. Somethings missing. After a few minuets I dismiss the thought and decide to go take a shower.
I walk into the shower and I see my hot roommate completely naked in glass shower. My breath hitches. He seems to notice me and turns around to cover his dick and stuff. I run out as fast as I can But that's not the reason he took my breath away.
Not the fact that my hot roommate was undressed. No, the thing that took my breath away was the scars. Hundreds of small pinkish scars over his arms and legs. They wrap around his arms and there's a few really red ones. My heart sinks. I know he told me he was depressed. But I didn't think he cut himself. especially not that much! He reminds me of myself.
If y'all have suicidal thoughts. Please call this number.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
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PoésieThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
