Fuck me... I've been waiting hours with this blade... Hovering at my wrist... Ready to delve, and end the pain... The emptyness and lonelyness... The years I have spent dying... Piece by horrid piece... Till there is nothing left... I have died a million times over... Yet I have not been released... Just cursed with the nighmares... I can still smell the anguish in the air... Lingering, tormenting me with its presence... The only help I want, I need is here... With this flashing knife... I see the blood drip down onto the floor... The pain begins to ebb... All I can do is pray... That i do not survive today...
Reason for writing:
You really wouldn't want to know...
Birth sign: Virgo
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