For the longest time, I cut myself to see if I could still feel. I cut to make sure I was alive. Every time I had a bad day, every time something went wrong, I sliced my skin.
Tag: deep cuts
Death to you ass hole!
“Look at you now, so weak! Who is the strong one now?!” I screamed at the man who had hurt me so many times emotionaly and physicaly. He will never hurt me again I thought bitterly as I spat in his face.
Short story
The Beginning It started off small, only a few nicks, about 1 cm long decorated my pasty, sun deprived skin. They were often found keeping my freckles company on my shoulders and forearms.Now, instead of them existing in only small patches on my bony arms, they have decided to grow…and I have let them.
Dancing With Death, Flirting With Passion
I watched her from my car. The windows were fogged with the moisture of my breath, so I had wiped clear a small portion to see her. She walked slowly, as though she were plotting every step.