The Tears She Bled.
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- Votos 1
- Partes 1
My breath was labored and my heart ached. I felt my body wretch, but still no tears. I pulled the silver object in my hands across my pale wrists. Blood sprang from my veins. My lungs ached as i continued on with the only thing I knew. This was my life, now. Get up, dress in something that will conceal all of my secrets, Go to school, go to work, Cut, Lay in bed untill the sun acompanies me, repeat. This was my life. Hardly anything to live for. I had no one. As blood soaked through the towel i had wrapped around it i felt my breathing slow. This sick ritual of mine was the only thing keeping me okay. I had nobody tying me to my pointless life anymore. Everyone was gone. They had left me. They had abandoned me. They had given up on me. So here i was, clinging desperately to my life, as i watched the blood re-color my makeshift bandage. I felt my eyes get heavy as my breathing slowed. I let the darkness envelope me. Finally i drifted away, and for once my body felt weightless.
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