1:16 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
I woke up, sat on my warm bed with this morning's sunshine washed over me. I reached down, grabbed my blade and ran lines over my skin. I watched it break, fill with red and a warm euphoria ran over me. The red fills and overfills, I felt alive, but only for that brief moment. Everything is empty again. I want to go back to the start. I close my eyes, the voices drown everything out. Do you know how it feels? To look at a body and hate everything, to feel trapped and caged in a body you call your own. I don't know why I am here.
>Talk to me.