i see the cuts on her arms and i wonder what kind of place she was in.. i wonder about her exact feelings/emotions at that moment. i can’t help but wonder who would hurt her to the point where she had to let some of the hurt out.. with a blade.. through her scars.. through her blood.. dripping. i wonder what it felt like when the blade touched her skin.. i wonder what was running through her mind or even if she wanted to die at that moment. i wonder who the fool was that took her joy away.. now, she has to hide all of the scars that once made her pain go away..
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
i see the cuts on her arms and i wonder what kind of place she was in.. i wonder about her exact feelings/emotions at that moment. i can’t help but wonder who would hurt her to the point where she had to let some of the hurt out.. with a blade.. through her scars.. through her blood.. dripping. i wonder what it felt like when the blade touched her skin.. i wonder what was running through her mind or even if she wanted to die at that moment. i wonder who the fool was that took her joy away.. now, she has to hide all of the scars that once made her pain go away..
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