the tears start to fall as i reach for the blade
i put the blade to my arm
it starts with just a few cuts,
then more and more
untill my arms and legs r covered in scars,
and theres blood everywhere
i put the blade away,
untill tomorow when i do it all again
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Author:
Ace (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2023 06:58
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Comments1
Upon reading this, I am reminded of the fact that we oftentimes wish people understood us, but we do not want to take the time to have to explain. Life is hard, simply put, everybody should understand that. I do not want to come off as preachy or anything like that, but since your words are written I am compelled say that this is an honest, but harsh piece, yet a write that inspires thought and consideration of others and what they may be going through and for that, I say good writing.
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