Slashing my wrist every other day.
Your cruelty towards me is colder than the bitter air.
Why are you still staring at me with your lying eyes.
You never truly loved me anyway...
parting with my own blood.
I feel a little bit of a rush.
We all have our drug of choice.
Mine; makes me feel less numb.
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My story
Short StoryThis is a little bit about me, feel free to ask any questions and i might add more later...... not that anyone cares
