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Tick
Tick
Tick that's all I hear with the ringin voices in my head telling me
'move move move for the death of who you are Well be bestowed upon you' I don't know what to do
Im at a lost surrounded, Cornered into the dark room
Can I see anything? No but there's a red pen coated no....The Ink my own blood for each and every time I've cut myself a crevice on soft, Vulnerable,shield of my skin nonetheless never a shield anymore
It's been bruised, Hurt, By The ones who loved me
Taken out their anger on someone who tried to be a good daughter no person
I watch the blood drip to the floor creating a small puddle a light laugh escapes from my mouth tears cascading down my cheeks heavily
"This is the blade of my undoing the blade of my freedom from this wretched place I call home" As I lift the knife upwards the blade near the light I look at it with a longing expression
"Please be my undoing, Be my freedom form the chains I've bestowed upon myself because I wasn't strong enough" Slowly i lower the blade near my heart "Please let the clock stop ticking"
It goes dark
The red pen shattering
It's done
I'm free
Finally
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I tried something emotional
Ha Sometimes it's just what goes on in my mind XD BUt! Please don't take this seriously
I would never bring myself to be my own undoing I really wouldn't do it to myself I can't bring myself to leave the people I care about deeply
So yeah I hope I brought some kind of tears to your guys's eyes ;^^
I'm sorry
I really am