As the blood danced its way down my arm, tracing all my scars. I hoped, I hoped that this time I wouldn't wake.
It danced and danced until there was no space left. It fell with a crash and stained the floor.
I hoped and prayed that this would be the last of the Bloodstained dance. I wished and wished. But like most things it didn't come true.
I was stuck in this infinite loop, of watching the Bloodstained dance. Hoping and praying it would work. But only waking up hours later full of disappointment.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
3am Thoughts...
De TodoAll of these chapters are short. Some are from personal experience and some are from daydreams. I wish to spread the message of mental illnesses and get help for those who have them. {Completed}
