Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.
I close the door
I lock the door
I roll up my sleeve
I look at my arm
I think this is a good idea
It is
I push the razor into my arm
I push it up and down my arm in little streaks
Streaks like I'm playing the violin
Soon blood comes from the cuts
I feel nothing
I feel a little bit of a pin sensation
I can feel something
I am no longer numb
Cut, cut, cut
Keep on cutting
Keep on feeling
Cut, cut,cut, no longer feeling pain
Pain of people
Pain of regret
Pain of sadness
The only pain felt
Is the pain that I cause
The pain that I cause from the cuts
Pain from the cuts that I cause
From the cuts that bleed
The blood that is red
That runs down my arm
As I push the razor into my arm
After I roll up my sleeve
After I lock the door
After I close the door
After the decision that changed my life
FOREVER!
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Author:
hopeforthehopeless (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2021 07:27
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Painful one, becca, yet cutting is very common and for some reason brings relief. You write it how it is.
thank you I try to make them really relatable.
this is quite relatable for me
thanks thats why I write these to help others. to show that I understand.
I hope your doing ok
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