Written on June 30th, 2015, 12:38 a.m.
she cried every night,
she cried so much that it drained her energy.
it sucked the life out of her.
it slowly took control of her.
she lay in bed with the tears flowing down her emotionless face
and she let it take her down.
because at that very moment,
she realized that the tears did not have any control over her.
she was the one causing herself
to bleed, to hurt, to die.
so she let herself go,
because she disappointed herself.
she was the one holding the knife,
and she was the one who enveloped it.
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it's been a while since i've written anything and this kind of scares me.
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