The first cut.
Darkness seeps into my mind.Hate snaking around me.
As i turned away from you.
Mascara running down my cheeks.
As you turned away.
Darkness weaving into my thoughts.
As i stared at the cold blade.
Pushing to my wrist.
Pulling back when i saw the blood.
The first cut.
The dark spot of blood on my wrist.
No pain.
I smiled wacthing the blood,
Drip down.
Music blaring in my ears.
The first Cut.
Smeering the blood on the towel in the bathroom.
The first cut.
From what i learned.
The first cut is the worst.
It best part is when the cold blade touchs your skin.
The first cut.
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