The cutter... The blade... These are the tools I used. Every time I hit this bubble. Every time I fell into the trap. Every time I lost the battle.
The red liquid running through my left arm. I look at my arm and I see my flesh. With no pain and I am just staring at it. I realised my tears ran down too. But not because of this pain...
I look over at my thighs, my legs... It was all covered with the red liquid, The same liquid that came from the flesh. I realised my tears ran down too. But not because of this pain...
My heart hurts so much. All I need is for you to see it. All I need is for you to acknowledge it. All I need is for you to care about it. But....you rather left me there hanging. And that made me feel unwanted, That I should banish from this world...