My wrist lifelessly dangled off the edge of the porcelain tub; a stream of red tracing the lines on my hand. A pool of crimson waited below. The bath water looked like a distilled merlot. I lay silently, salty tears racing down my face. My mascara sat idly under my eyes tired of running. With the little will I had left, I turned my head to look at the self inflicted mutilations. The word “ Help†was carved into my soft, white, flesh. Under that, “Save ME†screamed for some attention, fresh blood still dripping down from the bottom of the E. My head jolted back. The cuts began to burn. The feeling in my arm was coming back. In the fit of my earlier rage, I felt numb. Therefore, i felt the need to feel. The sharp blade of my pocket knife digging into my wrists was a feather tickling an infant’s face; a soft touch and a pleasurable feeling. It took about a half hour of watching the fluid drain out of my body to realize what I had done. The stinging began to fade again. The numbness had returned.
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I miss the feeling I used to get from self harm, I don’t even get that anymore. It eventually faded like everything else, so silently it sneaked up on me. I wish I still got the catharsis even for just a second, I just wish I could feel anything anymore except fear.
how many parts are going to be included in this series?
Bipolar, if you’ve got nothing nice or helpful to say, better off to keep your fingers out of it.
Hey Gillian, it was a question which needed to be addressed.
Gilligan, if you’ve got nothing better to do than reading into legitimate questions, perhaps you should keep your simple mind in the kitchen.
tsk tsk tsk
Hey Gillian, the DayTime Emmy’s called, they want to deliver “Best Day Time Drama” to you as soon as you finish up with your meat loaf.
lol
🙂
Nice poem bad topic power though it and if u ever feel the new to cut ether draw in red pen on your skin or flick ure wrist with a band
Bipolar, no one likes trolls. Remember that next time you start whining that no one seems to like you.
Most people seem to only like happy people who agree with them.
oh gillian, don’t you think you’ve played this out just a little too far?
Can I join the fight? Im kinda bored.
ClairDeLune: I was about to bust out some popcorn, but I just realized that all I have are potatoes. Maybe we can hurl them at people?
Be careful, gillian is liable to put you on a troll list for asking a question. Gilspace is moody too,I have a suspicion they are the same person using multiple screen names. Or they are just similar douchebags trying to start drama.
And he said unto the crowd: Let he who is free of popcorn hurl the first potatoe.
i think it should be: “let he who is without hunger, cast the first potato; and he who hath hunger, consumeth thine potato.”
Thanks for the advice @iliveinsidemyhead … I haven’t cut in a while. I wrote this when I did
Bipolar American, I don’t know exactly how many will be in the series.. Just depends how much a write
Aloka, I totally understand that feeling.