as the blade runs through the flesh,
blood starts gushing out
she cried,
she screamed,
p a i n f u l l y
repeating it all over again
with a sense of hesitation
a miasma of burning cigarettes
and stale alcohol hung in the background
with bits of despair and tears
——
why can't she do it?
why can't she end her life?
why can't she save herself?
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
as the blade runs through the flesh,
blood starts gushing out
she cried,
she screamed,
p a i n f u l l y
repeating it all over again
with a sense of hesitation
a miasma of burning cigarettes
and stale alcohol hung in the background
with bits of despair and tears
——
why can't she do it?
why can't she end her life?
why can't she save herself?
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