I promised myself I wouldn't pick up that blade again,
I promised myself that I'd learn to love myself
I broke those promises.
I NEEDED to feel the pain going through my arm
I NEEDED to see the blood rise to the surface of my skin
It's like an addition
Like a drug that I can't stop
My friends keep asking me if I'm ok or if how I'm doing
But I know that they don't really care
I'm just another "emo" kid at school
I'm replaceable
Completely replaceable
- Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2018 21:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Enjoyed the emotion. Thank you
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