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Last published Sat, Jan 16, 2016
"Cause you know that I can't do this on my own.
Who will fix me now?"~
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Oliver Sykes(Bring Me The Horizon) _______________________
" Maybe I should die"
Its not like anyone will fucking care, I can die and no will even notice. My parents are divorced, my dad is an alcoholic and all my mom cares about is her job. Shes never home I basically raised my sister. Maybe I should just end it all.
I got up and walked into the bathroom.I saw myself in the mirror their my face was bruised, dried blood on my lip.
I searched for the one thing I needed at the moment.
A razor.
I found the sharp object and looked at it. I looked down at my arms I already had a lot of scars. I slid the blade along my left arm multiple times. The blood trickled down my arm. I started cutting deeper. My vision started to get blurry. Someone knocked on the bathroom door.
"Finally I can be free"
I blacked out
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