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TW: SELF HARM AND DEPRESSING STUFF.

Clawing at my skin as I try to convince myself that I can make it. That I can do this. Glancing at the sharp silver object on my desk i reach out hesitantly grasping it in the palm of my hand. My hands shaking and my breath labored I put it to my forearm my mind screaming at me to drag it across. Whispering please just do it. I drop it due to the shakiness of my hand accidentally slicing my knee in the process. The burning sensation spreading through my knee. I sigh frustratingly at myself for having these thoughts and actually almost going through with it. I watch the blood slowly seep out and decide that the least thing I can do is clean it. I clean it and get up wiping my tears but not succeeding as I start sobbing again. I can't do this anymore. Not right now. I can't possibly stay here any longer.

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