My End
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anonymouswrites
anonymouswrites sad birds still sing
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TRIGGER WARNING: includes self harm and mentions of suicide

My End

I squeeze my wrist, my bone aching beneath the press of my insistent fingertips

I squeeze my wrist, my bone aching beneath the press of my insistent fingertips My nails digging in, creating crescent moons and mottled red flesh when I remove my hand

My fist pounds against my thigh, punching and punching until it becomes too tender to touch, my emotions spent

My fist pounds against my thigh, punching and punching until it becomes too tender to touch, my emotions spent I rake my nails across my stomach, raised angry lines appearing yet I still vent at me, for being so ugly and needy, so selfish and bleeding at my own hand

What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me? I've stopped cutting but it seems something else has come over me

I thought I was free, but really, the darkness was just waiting until I was most vulnerable to pounce again

I thought I was free, but really, the darkness was just waiting until I was most vulnerable to pounce again Last time I made it out, but maybe this time will be my end

I'm sorry, this is an account for depressing shit for undercover writers If you're in a bad place please don't read any more of this, I don't want any of this to trigger you I just needed a place where I can get my emotions out Sorry

forever anonymous

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