TW; Self harm, suicide, minor mentions of violence
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John's screams were no longer louder then the ones that sounded off in his head.
Yelling at others to shut up no longer made the voices shut up.
No matter how many times he hit them it didn't stop hurting.
He could yell and scream and hit all he wanted but he still felt broken.
Old habits are hard to break.
He was a ruthless abusive king anywhere he went.
The scars on his wrists grew no matter how many times he promised himself he'd stop.
But he would stop.
Things would be different now.
He'd ensure it.
Because he wasn't asleep in bed like he should have been,
Or tending to wounds old and new,
He was just hanging there.
Blyke just wanted to get the hoodie he left behind.
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