10:48 the morning. Monday, the day no one likes.School, work no one likes Monday's. I'm sitting at home in a brand new province. Without my friends, I'm all alone..
20:35 pm. Monday night.Pills started wearing off,now I'm sitting in my room, with my mind filled with nothing but suicide, death and everything that involves self injury.I keep thinking back to the day I slit my wrists feeling the warm red substance running down my hand, dripping on the floor, creating blood clots as the blood start to still.I miss that feeling alot these days,I miss feeling absolutely numb, emotionless.
~ anonymous
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Thoughts that just don't leave my head.
RandomThis story is about some of my thoughts that don't leave my head. This may be triggering to some readers, so please if you get triggered do not continue reading. Thank you.
