Chapter warning: Suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide. Read at your own risk.
I need to, I need to feel the pain. The way it burns when the cold blade passes across my fragile skin. I like to see the crimson colour flow out freely. It just somehow feels right, I want it to end.
I want it all to end. To be free, to be away from people, to be free from myself. Just to be in peace. It'll feel great actually. The pain is all I beg for, because at the end of the day, I deserved every single ounce of it.
I like the pain, because I deserved it. Call me suicidal or a stupid, it's just who I am. I need this pain because it's all because of me, because I caused in myself; and I love the pain.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐...
