Crimson

I sit in the bath tub

I glance down at my wrists

My tears fall effortlessly; When I recall what happened today

I take my scissors; I take the sharpest point

I drag it across my wrist; Right next to the first one

I dig deeper and deeper

Until I see a crimson color bloom . . .

. . . right next to the old scab on my wrist

 

2 thoughts on “Crimson”

  1. Oh, and I lied when I said that I never had a panic attack, those things are almost a bi-daily thing, and boy are they wonderfully-awful
    they save me from nightmares of the past and bring up things I never knew I cared about
    only downside is that they take too long and use up too much energy and tears

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  2. We are not friends anymore so why, why would someone like YOU even bother with someone like me?
    All those times I wanted to erase those memories
    All the pain I went through, and I had to drag others into it…
    Well this time I’ll save everyone from the greatest villain of all, myself!
    I will end them and then you can live in peace for the rest of your days
    I will be known as a hero! 🙂

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