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there pain my pain
my friends that cut themselves have no idea how much pain they cause me when they do it.
it's like they cut me along with them. I feel the cold blade glide across my warm skin and as it brakes i feel my cherry red blood trickle down my arm and fall to the ground as light tear drops. the tears i can't cry. i want them to stop. i cry, scream and beg for them to put it down. but they do not listen. they don't hear my blood drip to the ground or my pleas.the pain is bad enough but they make it worst. the press the blade into my skin making making my blood boil to the surface faster. i close my eyes and continue to beg but still they ignore my cries. they push with all there strength. my arm becomes a river of red. i no longer have skin, just my crimson blood.
finally after an eternity they are finished. they lift the knife from my open wonned. i sigh in relief. they have had there pain for the night or so i thought. they come down on my skin again only farther down my arm. they're not done, they just begun.
Love or death?
In the end there is no difference. |
