Blade
Blade
Blade
Blade
Blade
Blade
Blade
Blade
BLADE
BLADE
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BLADE
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BLADEThat's what is running through my mind.
Cut cut cut cut cut cut! The voice chantsI grab my razor blade. Holding it over my warm skin.
It glides over my wrist.
Digging deep into my arm, crimson red blood dripping down my arm as I cry.
YOU ARE READING
Trigger warning
PoetryIdk what this is. I'm just a sad person who wants to get things off their chest without being judged LOTS OF TRIGGER WARNINGS AND UNHEALTHY COPEING METHODS