Chapter 4: A Cut
I pulled out my wrist
Picked up the knife
Still thinking about it
Made me shake
Should I do it
Should I wait to see if things would change
Whatever it was
It made my head spin
Imagining the blood flow from my body
Slowly losing energy
Slowly disappearing
Confusion filled my head
Life came in sight
Only one solution
A cut
I did it
Blood...
Red as strawberries
Flowed like ribbons
I Felt dizzy
The last thing I remember?
People bringing me into a white hallway with me layer out
When they asked me what happened
I said...
A cut
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This isn't... Me
PoetryA sour life for a depressed teen. Teens go through a lot. From insecurities to cuts and drugs. Entering this dark realm is entering a world of pain. Read and learn so you can help.... Or just read just to know. Feel, experience, and see what life is...
