trying to hold back the tears “go away!” she screamed her voice echoing in her head repeating what she had said “i need to be alone” she whispered to herself “i need to be alone” why do you pester me why do you tempt me i have done nothing wrong denying the truth as she feels her arm with her hands then places them to her lips gently the one and only taste of blood on her fingers “tell me to do it! tell me to do it more!” wanting some voice to reply “go ahead” but no voice replies as she sighs she looks at her arm she gives into her urge un willingly with a soft painful cry
behind my door by janessa
July 30th, 2001 | darkness