Chelsea

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Copyright Chelsea

It took little time…
but finally its mine…
I grab the razor blade with my fingertips…
and slowly slide it across my wrist…
one cut thats all..I swear…
its deeper than I thought…
blood dripping down my arm…v I grab for my sweatshirt…
to finally make it stop…
just sitting here going numb…
to all the pain inside…
thinking…
how could this happen to me…
I used to be so strong…
now I cry tears of red…
every night…
I never used to be like this…
I need to cut…
I need it all to go away…
and then she wakes…
looking at the scars on her wrists…
tears roll down her cheeks…
she whispers…
that was…
my past…

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