5 страница31 октября 2014, 01:25

short story

I cry as the warm red liquid flows down my arm and into the bath room floor. Not caring about my "friends" and my piece of shit family who don't even care about me. I grab the cloth that has my dried up blood on it from my previous cutting sessions. I cant do this anymore its just to much pain. I need to leave this place. I need to die. Nobody fucking cares about me. Everyone hates me. I get up and walk slowly with tears in my eyes. I grab a pen and write on the calendar, suicide day, October 31st. I don't even think about writing a note. Nobody cares anyways. I grab my phone out of my pocket and listen to bvb.

5 страница31 октября 2014, 01:25

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