We hurt in the name of love, hate, and friendship. They hit our weak zones and make us crumble in their hands; they hurt us until it's no longer possible. We bleed for indivisible wounds all over as they cut us down to the bone, we do fight back and put wounds of our own on them, but what separates us from them now? We stooped so low that we put wounds as bad as our own on them. We stop fighting; we let it happen so we don't turn out like those who have hurt us the most. As we bleed we slowly start to welcome the darkness that brings the numbness of death, our wounds are still open, but they no longer bleed. We are out of blood to bleed. We lay down, not giving up but not trying either. We have our scars now, from the ones we once loved but now hated. It's over now, we are in peace.
~iloveerern12~
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My Personal Writes
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