TW for s*ic*dal/intrusive thoughts

oh how the urge to see the scarlet liquid run from my arm grows,

i crave the feeling, the sensation.

but i can't imagine the hurt and disappointment that would come from those around me.

i don't want nor need the pity.

the pity.

the pity that i so deeply need to feel like a human,

to feel that i'm needed in this world.

if you're reading this, i apologize.

i apologize for making you worry about me,

but i assure you, i will not give in to the urges,

i will keep moving forward.

i hope that one day i will no longer feel these urges and live to see the day. 

words: 102 (not including the a/n)

this was something that just happened as i wrote so i hope it's ok-