She cuts, yet again. She can see the blade run cut through her skin. She can see her blood oozing out. But why cant she feel it? Why cant she feel the pain like everyone does? She cant feel it when they through books at her in school. She cant feel the water being poured over her head. She just cant feel anything. The frustration of not being able to feel and the depression of not being able to understand herself is driving her insane. She cries herself to sleep every day, but she cannot feel the tears roll down her face. She is tired of it all. She is tired of not being normal. She is tired of hiding her mental pain from her parents for sixteen years. Sixteen years of her worthless life. Repeated scratches, bruises, cuts adorn her usually smooth and tan skin. Repeatedly harming herself in the hope of feeling something. Anything. Even the smallest pain. But, nothing. Nothing till now and nothing ever. She just wants to skin herself alive now. At least then would she be able to feel?
He covers the cuts, yet again. He can see his skin slowly being cut open. He can see the blood oozing out. He can feel it all, all too much for his liking. 'Just a few more minutes' he tells himself trying to control the tears pooling at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill any second now. He doesn't understand why his hand cut open from nowhere. He doesn't understand why he feels pain the middle of the night. He doesn't understand why he wakes up to different scratches, bruises, cuts and pen gushing wounds on himself. He cries himself to sleep, feeling each and every drop spill from his eyes, onto his face. He is tired. He is tired of feeling this intensified pain. Tired of having to hid his sufferings from his parents for sixteen years. Yes, sixteen years of his otherwise happy life. He hides them all. Sleeves, bandages, even stitches sometimes. Hoping to stop all of this someday. Any day. But nothing changed and nothing will. He just wants to kill himself now. At least then would all the pain subside?
Two people. From two places across the world. With two different time zones. But, even this distance, this time zone was not far enough for their sufferings to end. One, a victim of self-hatred. The other almost at the end of the same path. But would they ever know?
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~sky~
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Randoma collection of random one-shots that i write. few are insipred from songs and few are inspired by incidents in life. no connection from one one-shot to the next.
