I sit perched in the middle of a bed inside a freezing room almost as cold as the blade in hand.
I enter my thoughts once again and realize that cuts will not hurt as much as the words that people have directed towards my weak body.
I place the blade's tip lightly on my pale wrist. . . Only to find that the knife in hand is too dull to leave any damage.
So I thoughts, anyway.
With each scratch I caused, I noticed that they became deeper and deeper as they drew down my pale arm.
He can't know
I murmured, as crimson blood seeped lightly through a new opening torn in my flesh.
He won't know
I murmured again. I closed my eyes and remembered his laughing face.
I'm not dragging him down with me
I thought back to a not-so distant memory.
A tear slips down my cheeks and on to the cut.Not this time
I watched as the thick crimson liquid flew lightly from a cut, spilling on to my arm.
Not again
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Random Thoughts of a Teenage Girl
SonstigesThese are literally just thoughts I will right down so they are out of my head. Most of these will probably be so weird, you will just comment "Why. Do. You think that?!" and my comment will be "*shruggies*" ENJOY ~..::..:::..Aika-Bakea-Cupcake..:::...