Dark secrets


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1. My scars

I can't take it any more these new wounds are eating me alive. As the days go by the fresh wounds become deeper. My old scars are now showing, I'm breaking down. I feel unwanted like an old pen that has no ink but doesn't get thrown out, just gets forgotten about. I'm just sitting here in the darkest corner of my cold damp room all alone, all I can see is red. red on the walls that is slowly dripping down to ground level. my eyes full with tears with one single blink a river is released from my eyes. Looking down at my body there are fresh wounds, that are leaking this red liquid. watching blood dry is like watching paint dry, only more slow and painful. sitting in a pool of my own blood I find myself at a new low in life.

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