elaine cadson
elaine was suicidal, she felt
that a blade cutting her skin
would be perfection but she
has done it too deep and only
seconds of pleasure turned
to more pain.
maybe she has over-done it
but the sound of doing it too
much was beautiful. she
washed her arms and turned
to the faucet to clean up. the
blood was seeping up.
disgusting.
bloody.
ugly.
beautiful.
painless.
more and more.
she heard her mother's voice
and quickly she plastered
the wounds hoping she would
not be too suicidal again.
again.
again.
again.
and again.
YOU ARE READING
that sad fairy tale
Romance❝i meet prince charming at the wrong ball, wearing the wrong dress given by my evil stepmother who might be my fairy godmother and he kissed me at twelve o' clock then one thing i am not sure is that he took one of my glass slippers called: love. th...
