every night my knife’s in my fist when i bleed it moves to my wrist every night i try and try thinking maybe i will die i always stop because im afraid to see the blood soaked on my blade nobody suspects me of doing this because i seem like a joyful bliss but im… Continue reading name it yourself
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My Medicine
You see the blood running down Its such a beautiful sight Such a beautiful release It calms your mind Soothes your fears Now you taste it, thick and warm As it spreads over your tongue It’s not a game In which death is your goal When placing the blade against the skin you must realize… Continue reading My Medicine
razor blade picture
I will draw you a picture I will draw it with a twist I will draw it with a razor I will draw it upon my wrist
(The Beginning Part 1) True Happiness, not yet… (part 2)
(part1) I walked out of my room rubbing my eyes and I let out a yawn as I stretched to the celing above me. I looked in the room behind me and saw a beautiful sight.