silly writing :3 TW} GORE AND SH

TW!! Gore & self-harm. 

'    My skin feels so tight and my bones are aching. I feel so sick to my stomach, I have an overwhelming amount of nausea rushing over my numb body ever second of the day and it doesn't go away...

    The words of others echo through my aching ears. Not the good ones. Although I wish it was. Those words from those who don't understand the heavy weighing pain holding my chest down, keeping me for breathing easy. From those who don't know where the scars across my pale skin came from. From those who don't understand the painful experience of those memories of my past that replay nightly.

    Are they true? The words of those insensitive souls that reap my shallow ears. Will the ink that has been tattooed onto my brain, etching those words into the soul eternally, ever fade away? Will I ever truly feel better?

   When I peer up into my reflection, I can see them. I can see their words, engraved into my horrid body.

((TW: Gore, self-harm))

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    I might've blacked out for a moment because the next thing I remember was feel hot tears dripping down my pale face, burning like drops of acid as a sharp bl-de dug deeply against the skin of my thigh. I felt relief for a moment as I felt the bl-de lift and the crimson red blo-d trickle down my scarred leg.

    I yearn for that relief to hit me once again. I need it. I can't help but repeat my actions over and over until those deep reds coat my legs. I look at the mess I've made, then the dripping bl-de, then my hands, then my thigh again. My tears grow heavier as I drop the bl-de to the ground. What the f*ck is wrong with me? My head is pounding. I'm growing more and more nauseous and I can't help but let the tears flow down my sullen chapped face. I ask myself.. 'was it really worth it?' But I can never find the answer.'

**I <3 writing gorey scenes :3 I might post more stuff like this later on