Can you see me?

Can you see me?

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Everything was so freezing as if I was stuck in time, my veins pulsing with a shock I never wanted to remember. Skin the color of ice, and I swear the cold was slowly consuming me. Windy air that pushed me back into the bad state I was in, Cold rain that soaked my clothes teeth chattering as I wrapped my arms around myself the house I made never seemed like a home and the walls were crumbling around me, my lungs doing the same. I was searching for some kind of warmth I'd never be able to find again. Standing still in the black abyss surrounding me, I once thought of it as a home but God this place will never be a home to me it brought me back and I kept falling and falling until I was afraid to get up again. My body was never my home, I'm living in a blankslate of a reality I tried creating on my own, but I failed. I walk slowly and quietly not hearing a sound other than the slow breathing that shook my chest and knocked me back into reality. I breath in the cold air and walk to a unknown world, were nothing is left no happiness no emotion, nothing. It seemed calm, I always liked being alone but now me myself and I is the one thing I fear most. The sky, black with stars everywhere giving me the little light I needed, no humans in reach no one was ever there for me.. I'm No where, just lost. Lost in a blissful Poison that was slowly drowning me. The nuse wrapping around me like a warm hug, the pills keeping me warm the numbers continuing to build, the blades keeping me company on my spoon like knees chattering in the cold. If you.. are actually wondering, I'm blind. The messed up kid, the broken one. But hell isn't that obvious. WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING, ABUSE, CUTTING
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Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.

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