Roses are red
So are the stains on my wrist
The stains that I wash away down the sink
The Slits that I hide so you don't judge
The addiction I have that you know but say nothing
The addiction that leaves marks that I'll one day have to tell my children to not make the same mistake
The marks that could end
But yet help me know I'm alive
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
