Nowhere |Poems|

Crimson Red

I was done with it.
All the stress in school,
Home,
Love.
I was done with all of it.
All.
So here I am,the bathroom of my home where my family lives.
With a beautiful,sharp,glistening silver blade on my right,and my soft,smooth,unharmed wrist on my left.
I took a deep sigh before thinking of my afterlife.
"I'll be happy,free and relaxed.All I have to do...is cut."
I softly breathe out,leading the blade where my death would lay out,carefully pressing on the delicate tissue.
It didn't take that long for a mesmerizing amount of crimson red liquid started spewing out of my wrist.
I winced at the pain,but continued.
I grew addicted to the sensation of the feeling I created,creating more and more strokes of the amazing shade of red.
Soon the fun left.
As my eyes got blurred.
My hearing statics in my head.
I guess it's time for goodbye.

I love you guys.

See you on the other side.

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This is some random book for my abandoned thoughts.So I can restrain.
Also rants.

Mintii~~♥️♥️