Red slides down her wrist, leaving streaks of orange. clear runs down her cheeks, leaving bright green eyes. her body slides down the wall, leaving dark shadows of death.
Maybe if my heart stop beating it wouldn’t hurt this much.
No one knows the pain shes going through everyone stands around, clueless of what to do She tries to stop but she cant, shes addicted the knife across her wrist she’s in pain and its insane coz while it hurts it feels good and all her friends thought that she never would do it again. on the outside she seems fine but inside shes dying, caused by people lying, she starts crying And...