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by becca
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2193450
How addictive cutting is
As the blade slides across my skin
My life flashes across my eyes
Playing like a movie
The kind you don’t want to end
But at the same time
You’re terrified of what happens next
Every moment I’ve lived passes by
Faster than the speed of light it seems like

The shiny silver blade digs into my skin
I can’t stop
The blood drips down
Down my arms
The arms that have hugged my loved ones
The ones that never said I love you back
Even though they didn’t love me back
They never failed to make me smile

The arms that have been sore
For days on end
From me practicing doing what I love
The sport that has always been there for me
Like a helping hand
The one that I wasn’t good enough at

The arms that have wiped away my tears
When I heard my mom coming down the hall
Being forced to put on a fake smile

The blood is all over my shirt now
The shirt that I wore on that day
The day that everything happened
The day that nobody knows about
The day I should’ve done this on
The day I was too young
To even know what this feels like

The bitter smelling blood
Dripping down my chest
Onto the floor
Along with my tears
Regret fills me to the brim
Spilling everywhere
Just like the blood
But it’s too late
Too late to turn back

Everything is black now
I felt myself hit the floor
I barely heard footsteps
Running down the hallway
As I laid there
In a pool of my own blood
All the things I wish I had done overwhelm me
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