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by Stereotype

I cut again today, the sting of the blade brought me back, a bright red stain bled my heart, the sing of the blade against my flesh, I felt relieved in a sense. memories of when I used to cut, tears in my eyes and full of shame, a bright red stain upon my skin

Really it was either this cutting or a noose prepared for me in the closet.  It’s getting worse, I am more agitated in this depression than in any other episode.  I can’t eat, I can’t sleep.  I am sick all of the time.  This facade is starting to crumble, I can’t even, I just can’t.

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