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TW: self harm Warning: I strongly recommend never doing any of this these are not real instructions.
Cut. Slice. Chop. Bleed.
TW: self harmYou tell me I messed up
I blame myself
You tell me I deserve consequences
I punish myself
i crave for blood to fill my arms,
my thighs.
like red ink on a peice of paper.
i enjoy it, though, it's a problem
i can never shake.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four?
The blood started to drip but of course I went for more
Losing count is something that happens often
I’ve never really had a plan as a precaution
Shiny,
Sharp,
Cold,
The knife gleams,
calling me,
beckoning me towards it,
urging me to reach for it.
I recoil,
disgust at myself for even contemplating,
guilt for thinking of it,
Every night I hear it call to mefrom across the room,the tintinnabulation of its twin tines
enticing me to indulge; threatening,
promising to keep its hold on me forever.
Leaping. Falling. Bounding.
The sounds of the dark are calling.
The razor blade taunting me.
The noose seeing what I can see.
