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One thin slice and only one, one last time and then I’m done.Blood soon beads and spills out red. Five more seconds and I’ll be dead.“I don’t want this,” I try to say.I don’t want my life to end this way.
When everyone is asleep She still lays awake Trying to figure out how to hide her scars He sits in the corner of math class
I….Self…Harm… I cut…. I cut because it’s normal. I cut because it’s my relief. I cut because I’ve been doing it for so long.
There she walks down the hall The scars run up and down her wrist Wishing to get away from it all She never imagined it’d end up like this