AN: Hey people sorry about the short writting, this is just something to throw up on here for an experiment. Also this would just be one of the only things that are slightly depressing for me. lol.
Pull down my sleeves, hide the evidence.
Pull up the hoodie, concealing my identity.
Put in the ear plugs, listening to other
peoples pain expressed.
This helps live through my life. Eying the pen in my hand, this is my expression, my love, my form of
art. Words flow from the tip, lines form together into people occasionally. So much thought goes into this effortlessly. Now it's
time for the words to seep into your skull. Laughing at you teasingly, the nightmares come back yelling, screaming in your
face. Hell has opened up, swallowing you whole.There you stand ablaze listening to torture over and over.
Scream.
That's how you feel. You feel the disgust build up. The pain bubbles up, aching through your veins, silently screaming for a
release. You reach into your pocket, demons whispering perversely. The cool blade comes in contact with your skin.
Blood swells up, little streams pour down your wrist. Oh God! Ecstasy. You moan in pleasure, but then gaze at your hands
guiltily. The object of your fixation gripped firmly in you hand, blood dripping from its tip.
What have I done?
Hi again just hoping you liked this and Rate and Message plz on how I did!! C Ya