I wanna cut so freaking badly right now.
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o.o one cut
How do people do this?? Jeez. It’s so deep. Maybe I’m just a total pussy.
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“
I feel like a neanderthal. I’m regressing.
Reverting back to my original form
of not knowing.
Not understanding.
Not expressing.
Not feeling.
It’s a forgotten memory. Locked away behind a steel door.
Overgrown with thorns.
I cannot pick the lock. I cannot remember the combination. I cannot cut through the thistles.
The more I tug and pull, the more entangled I get.
The thornes and vines are like shackles.
Getting tighter.
Tighter.
A crown of thorns.
A locket of thistle.
Encroaching on my windpipe.
Squeezing and tearing into my throat.
Cutting. Carving. Gnawing.
My chest- Sliced through.
My heart, encased.
The nettle, like teeth, gnashing.
The barbs- thrust deep enough to choke my soul.
Deep in the cavern of despair.
A grotto of grotesque creatures.
Souls-
Lost.
Hopeless.
Floating in a purgatory, yet it feels more like hell.
For all eternity.
Suspended in misery.
” — Me.
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Slept in.
Got up.
Took a bath.
Cut.
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“All you use me for is sex and money.”
“You have no money, and you haven’t touched me in 3 months.”
Who knows why the fuck I stick around.
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