The world didn’t get worse,
Your eyes got wider.
She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn’t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn’t been her goal.
Why can’t my legs be this perfect??🌸
Thank you so much anon. You are too because you have made my day:) 🌼
✖️I wanna be a pretty girl✖️