She wanted the pain to go away that was growing inside her heart day by day,
She wanted to feel numb, and her only coping mechanism was to feel physical pain,
She started self-harming,
She started to cut her wrist as if it was a piece of paper,
She littered her arms in ugly cuts that somehow looked beautiful in her eyes,
She was mesmerized by the crimson colored liquid that poured out of her cuts,
She loved the feeling of numbness in her chest when she slit her wrist,
She sometimes starved herself until she felt dizzy and loved the pain in her stomach,
She was satisfied to be found her way of coping through the pain,
She was addicted but she was content.
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PoetrySomething quite similar to a poem. This is about a girl I know, And I know that alot of people can relate to this. I suck at description, please no hate.
