Trigger warning as I lie awake for minutes that seemed to drag on for hours I can't help but to think would I be missed , would anyone care if I was gone as I get up off my bed I walk over to the mirror and I scream I'm fat I'm ugly I'm worthless I get into my box and it contains a small razor blade I slowly take it out. I watch as the blade dragged across my skin as I drag it blood starts dotting my skin then starts running down my thigh. As I'm doing this I think good this is what you deserve. To bad I can't even feel the pain.
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depression and a lot of other things
Poetrytrigger warning (may contian self harm eating disorder and sucideal thoughts)
