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Cutting
written by suicide_penguin12:28 PM 2/6/05It gets better as i bring the blade closer finally its pressed up against my skin. I make the blades go together, i feel the coldness of the metal. Then like a rush of relief the blood starts to drip down the side of my arm. i feel the weight on my shoulders rise up off my shoulders.
I have to cover it up so no one will see anything. i just wear long sleeve shirts, or a hooded sweatshirt. then no questions are asked, and the subject never comes up.
Until someone starts to care, then it hits me like a sharp razor blade. No one has ever showed me that they care they only make me promises that will later be broken.
Now i wonder when i can cut again to relieve the pain that is built inside. |
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