Author: alexithymic PM
it was just a dream; or was it? the blood is already dried.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 157 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-10-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3100019
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every night I take out my beauties.
[my razor blades. my best friends. my lovers. they love me back, i know it.]
i sit in bed and i hold them tightly in my hands
i close my eyes and i picture your face-
[i'm holding them even tighter now]
the pain comes in lulls.
i've been such a good girl. i've been so good, honestly.
but when it's a bad day, i allow myself a cut. just one cut.
make it count, she warns me. the rational little girl in my head.
this will have to last you till next week.
i know what i can hide. what i can't hide. i know my limits.
just one quick slash, on my right wrist.
i can hide it.
i watch it bleed.
i made it count.
i've been such a good girl, but i deserved a break.
i'm watching it bleed.