Notice of absence from depressionofbecca
Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.
Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.
He says baby don't cut
She says please do cut
I don't know who to listen to
So, I listen to him
Then I decide he's wrong
So I listen to her
I listen to Claire
I listen to that voice in my head
Even though he is really tempting
I don't listen to him
He tells me this is a bad idea
I don't care
One cut, two cut, three cut four
Could once more hurt just a little bit more
Five, six, seven eight nine
Ten streaks of red flowing down
Down my arm
Eleven twelve countless more
How many cuts till I bleed out
Bitch, bitch
Carve bitch into your thigh
She says
I listen
I am that
I am a bitch
Die,die
Take the knife
Stab stab
Right in the chest
No more heart
No more Claire
No more Him
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Author:
hopeforthehopeless (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This is a tough one.
We all have those little voices, that for some reason never ask you to do good things. This is when you need an over-riding mechanism to countereact the voices.
It is tough it realy is expecially when people say that you make this up. saying there is now way this is happening you are too young.
I 'like' this, in the expression of the situation.
Hope you find peace and acceptance of yourself. 🙂
Thank You
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