Numb.
Dizzy.
Everything blurs together.
I look down.
Red.
Blood.
It trickles down my legs.
I stare at it
before wiping it off.
Everything is soaked with my blood.
Yet I continue.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Who knows
how many hundreds of times?
Just until I am
numb
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:21 AM UTC
Numb.
Dizzy.
Everything blurs together.
I look down.
Red.
Blood.
It trickles down my legs.
I stare at it
before wiping it off.
Everything is soaked with my blood.
Yet I continue.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Who knows
how many hundreds of times?
Just until I am
numb
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