It Isn't Wrong Read Count : 139

Category : Poems

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I'm bleeding from the inside out. Counting each cut as I carve deeper into my wrists. Feeling the warmth of the blood bubble over and pour to the floor. I lay in my crimson silhouette looking up at the ceiling counting down the minutes of my last couple breaths. I laugh a little to my self now numb to everything. Nothing seems to faze me anymore. Vision growing hazy i turn my head slowly to the bathroom window watching everything I have now given up. I smile at this thought happy for the choice I have granted myself and not regretting any of it. Good bye hell and hello freedom.

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  • The thing is, there is always a reason to keep on going, even when it doesn't seem to be, I have been there because of my own reasons but, I know now there was and always will be a reason.

    Sep 21, 2017

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