{i am glad my pain benefits you}
he hasn't come home in days, she thought.
her father left her to starve, with only an apple for every day of the week in her fridge.
"fuck it."
she walked torwards her bathroom to see all her blades missing.
worry filled her as she looked through the garbage and her cabinet.
nothing.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
No more blades,
No more pain,
Look in the mirror wipe those tears away,
And forget what they say,
Because I love you in each and every way.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
