TearsAs the tears fall down my cheeks, I grab the razorblade.Tears
So dangerous and still so beautiful, my wrist is full of scars, some fresh and some is healed.
Only bleach scars is left of some of them. I find a place on my wrist that’s clean from scars; I push the razorblade on my skin and slowly my hand moves down, still pushing. The pain is outstanding but still it’s comforting. As my tears stop falling for a moment I see blood moving out of the new wound, it’s moving down on the floor, from my arm and down on the floor. It makes a pound on the floor. Just like it does when it rains out side. But this time it isn’t rain, this time it
Never againI wont let it back in, never again is it going to build up again inside of me.Never again
The pain isn’t going to be coming back because I won’t let it.
Too many tears have I been crying because of this pain.
But I know that it isn’t gone, it’s still there and one day I have to let it out. But still, I force my self to believe that it’s not real, that the pain is gone.
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