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_Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting, substance abuse_ the ceaseless agony she endures and endures and endures.... until the burdens force her knees to give everything weighs so heavily on her and in her desperation what else could a suffering mind do but frantically seek refuge earnestly pursuing escape.... the meds aren't enough the pain cuts through them so she wonders.... how many could she take? two... three little white pills? might it help? she knows they'd notice the missing bottles but she longs for a heavy intoxication a dumb bliss a few hours of happiness let the pain melt away replace it with stupor so she considers lesser options she could binge eat for mild pleasure intertwined with heavy guilt she could **** herself oh right.... she can't because of the meds nothing else offers her any feeling she seeks emotionally charged art music, poetry, shows but it's not enough it's never enough so, in her desperation when all else has failed when the agony is unbearable no solace in sight she opens the drawer in the safety of her room uncaps her tool sterilizes the edge sets the metal to her skin and drags it across 'til she drips red
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
In Her Desperation
_Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting, substance abuse_ the ceaseless agony she endures and endures and endures.... until the burdens force her knees to give everything weighs so heavily on her and in her desperation what else could a suffering mind do but frantically seek refuge earnestly pursuing escape.... the meds aren't enough the pain cuts through them so she wonders.... how many could she take? two... three little white pills? might it help? she knows they'd notice the missing bottles but she longs for a heavy intoxication a dumb bliss a few hours of happiness let the pain melt away replace it with stupor so she considers lesser options she could binge eat for mild pleasure intertwined with heavy guilt she could **** herself oh right.... she can't because of the meds nothing else offers her any feeling she seeks emotionally charged art music, poetry, shows but it's not enough it's never enough so, in her desperation when all else has failed when the agony is unbearable no solace in sight she opens the drawer in the safety of her room uncaps her tool sterilizes the edge sets the metal to her skin and drags it across 'til she drips red
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21/F/Sol III
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
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