She sits on the bed. Alone. Afraid. Scared. The voices won't shut up.
Kill yourself.
Attention whore.
Worthless.
"I know" she thinks to herself.
Kill yourself. They say again.
But Blake?
Blake doesn't love you.
She starts shaking, and grabs her blade.
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Five simple cuts.
But they have more meaning than people would think.
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Poetry.
PoetrySimply my thoughts and a lot of songs I listen to. The songs aren't mine, the poetry is, and I'll put the artist who wrote the song at the end of each song. I write poetry all the time, not all poems rhyme. Mine usually don't. If your really sensit...