Silence Is Violent

Blood dripped from the crevasse of her fingers into the salty gathered spring of self hate. Not knowing what she had just got herself into. Why did these canals of hopelessness even help? nobody knows. some how this red fluid was able to flush out her system, it was able to distract her from all the cruelty in the world. Because she finally realized that there is no beating social anxiety disorder. Your never alone always carrying a conciouns that coments on everything from every step you take every move you make. Every breath you take, being in a struggle was her life because even if she really didn't have it that bad her mind told her otherwise.