A day

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8. Blood Stains

What am i doing?

My mind repeats over and over again.

It feels so good but hurts so bad.

Blood driping dowm my leg now.

Red and sticky as i sit and watch.


I don't want to do this, but i can't stop.

It helps me let go of everything.

Like the blood is cleaning me.

Its cleaning me from all the names.

Its cleaning me from all the hurt.


Why are they doing this?

Why can't they see me?

Why can't they see that they are hurting me.

Tearing me apart from the inside out.


It never use to be like this.

Everyone hurting me like i didn't matter.

It use to be fun and exciting.

Playing around like nothing mattered.

But times have changed, and i know i don't belong.


I'm sitting here while blood stains my leg.

Trying to go back to the times where i was happy.

Truely happy, from the depth of my heart.

But i can't, all those times are a blurr.

And now i know, i'm ALONE, nowhere to go.

No one to turn to.


My mind racing now.

And i think 'Why am i still here?'

'I don't belong here'

No one care about me.


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