*Self harm
You grab my hand, and I bite my tongue.
The pain shoots up my arm, but I can't let you see them.
What would you do, then?
What would you say if you saw my hands?
Would you scream and stumble backwards?
Yell that I'm stained with sin?
Would you grab me by the shoulders and shake, saying "What the fuck, man?!"
Would you wrap your arms around me because you knew there had to be a reason?
Would you stomp away and declare me a traitor, "You said that you would leave that!"
I lost so many, and saved so few.
I wonder what would happen with you?
But I can't loose this bliss; this eternal light.
If you found out, you might just end this life.
I don't mean to pressure, but I'm so close...
What do you know, what do you know?
How much do you know, how much do you know?
I've been torn, torn to shreds.
I can't get this ringing out of my head.
My hands are ribbons, torn to shreds.
I can't show them, these ribbons float around my head.
My flesh is scarred.
I'm torn to ribbons.
I'm torn to shreds.
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PinPoint - A collection of short stories
Random-Mature A collection of short stories.* *This book is the book that I request feedback from especially. I don't really care about votes and whatnot, but please, PLEASE comment. Examples are "I would do..." or "That was..." or "Wow, he/she is..." etc...
