Its only skin deep

by bloodstained thoughts cover us   Aug 18, 2008


I sit here blade in hand. i stare at my arm wondering where to begin. i carefully press the sharp edge against my skin. i draw one line across my wrist. i start to repeat it again and again. my arms starts to go numb. i can feel all my stress, anger, and fustration leave me body. i grab my special towel to stop the bleeding. i don't want to die just to relieve me pain from earlier in the day.

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