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sitting on the tile floor
my back to the door
i rest my hands on my knees
the metal to my wrist
its cold
its sharp
appealing
but frightening
do i dare?
im lost
i stand outside that coffee shop
where you were suppose to be
its cold out
its beginning to snow
you blew me off again
a tear slides down my cheek
i thought this could work
but i guess not
i knew i shouldnt
have tried to be your girl
i saw you two together
my heart broke in two
it still hurts me
i dont understand
whats wrong with me
where did i go wrong
i fell to the ground
thats the last thing i remember
the room was foggy
i was scared
i didnt believe what i did
i had done this before
but its never felt like this
the pain always went away
this time it didnt
it was hard to breathe
i saw the blood on the floor
i saw that razor blade
it was a shiny red
a bright crimson
now everyone was going to know
my secret
the secret that i covered up
with long sleeves and sweaters |
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Name: Kristen
Home: Schaumburg, Illinois, United States
About Me: I have an awkward personality.. i swear you will never me anyone like me
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Brushes by Gvalkyrie
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posted by Kristen at 