Blood.
My blood are dripping down from my wrist.
I cut my own flesh.
And it feels so good.
I do this when depression is attacking me... And when I don't know how to give solutions from my problems.
When anxiety is eating my system.
And this is the only solutions I can do.
It made me happy.
I like hurting and cutting my own skin.
I like the pain.
I don't know when I started doing this but, I don't care anymore.
As long as I'm enjoying the feeling.
I don't care about those things and people surrounding me.
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Depression » hjs
RomancePark Y/n has been suffering from depression for the past 3 yrs and yet she's still fighting with it. But one day, when she chooses to end her life cause of so much problems and bullies, a guy enter a picture. A guy the will teach her to value her li...
