Disclaimer: Stupid me don't own Yu-Gi-Oh but hell, I wish I did...
Just to make one thing clear! I wrote this fic to try to picture my own relation, my own feelings towards my cutting but I'm not egging someone here on to go cut themselfs. Nothing good comes from it, just itchy and ugly scars and that pain you crave for only last for seconds or minutes, days if your lucky. I say: Cut if you really have to, and try to avoid the wrists, 'cause life is hanging close to the surface there... Or better yet, cut where no one can see, so you don't have to put up with the trouble of covering those damn wounds/scars with long sleeves!
Ah well.. Friendly kisses and love to all of you cutters or non-cutters out there, I wish you all a great life with a lot of smutty yaoi in it (or not, if your into yuri, that's just fine) 33...
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As I push that beautiful, sharp, silvery thing against my forearm I forget everything. My worries, my stress, if it's only for a very short period of time.
The angst is building up as I think about what I caused you to feel that night.
I hope you can forgive me for being so stupid, my light. I used you for my own selfish needs.
I only wanted to cause you to scream in agony, nothing more!
Now I realise that my intensions were wrong. I can see how wounded you are…
I push the razorblade deeper, beneath the skin. I make a cut, droplets of blood flow slowly from it.
If loving a boy is a crime, then put me in prison for life.
I love you and I think soon I will take my own life. I will do it for you.
I can't live with what I did.
But cutting helps me to survive in an odd way.
I don't know… Maybe I'll live through to hear your forgiveness.
Just maybe…
Love from your Darkness, Bakura