the blade hovers in the air,
above her shaking wrist
a salty substance,
trickles down her cheeks
she smiles a week smile,
holding back her tears
a knock is heard,
on the bathroom door
"hey i got a paper cut"
"it hurts so much"
a tone in annoyance,
yells from the other side
she stands up with her tool,
shoving it in her hiding place
hoping to never take it out again,
hoping to never have to take it out
she smiles another smile,
unlocking the door
she smiles and puts her arms around the person,
the person who unknowing prevented her demise
by being irritated about,
a paper cut
suicide/depression/consequences
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sea. (✔)
Poetrythe sea was deep just like the hole in her heart (lowercase intended) a wattpad featured story. 🏆 3rd place in the purple apple awards (poetry) 🏆 3rd place in the rebel awards (poetry) 🏆 3rd place in the tick tock awards (poetry) highest ran...
