Tears fall and I wonder,
A heavy thought in my head
Should I slice,
Or mourn to death.
A little slice of the skin,
A red liquid flowing out,
Shining prettily on my body.
The pale thin skin of my arm.
And I wondered
Again and again.
Am I that damaged and broken?
Will I be repairable?
Or was I just that broken?
I was drowning
To the hell down below,
But maybe,
It was the place where I belonged.
Hell.
Because I'm too sinful
For heaven.
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MiRrorS
Short StoryThoughts that passed in my head and my soul. So dark and painful. With blood and madness. Please don't come closer.
