rants

pain

{TW: blood, depression, self harm}

His thoughts were racing. Words spun around and around at a dizzying speed. Almost as dizzying as the alcohol in his system, and the pain in his wrists, his thighs, his stomach... There were word carved everywhere, and then scratched out so many times they were barely legible. The words were in many different sizes, some deeper than others, depending on the pain those words brought. The deeper, or bigger the words were, the more they hurt. There were some that were merely scratches. But there were a couple words that stood out amongst the rest. They were so deep, and so big, that they would never fully heal, and would need stitches, if the boy sought treatment, which he likely would not. These words brought him the most pain, and so they were all over his body. Those words, that caused so much pain, were just ordinary words to most people. But to him, they were the words he despised most, not on a general basis, no he respected those these words spoke of. But not when directed at him. Most didn't know that the words 'she', 'her', 'girl', or anything if the like would have such an effect, when directed towards the boy. But, who can blame them, when his body didn't reflect his soul?