One cut was not enough.1
She stared at the lonely inch slit on wrist. The blood that started to spill from the wound separated it from the numerous old ones. It didn’t sting like she wished it did, it didn’t burn, it just teased her and begged her to do more. She numbed the taunting with another cut. This one deeper then the last, and this one teased her more…The double sided razor dug into her hand as she squeezed it in desperation. This feeling she was feeling, the hollow love in her heart was more pain then she could ever create physically and deep down she knew this. Her phone vibrated right next to her on the bed…”they” were texting her. Asking her question that her herself couldn’t fully answer. 2
Why couldn’t she love?3
Cut.4
Why couldn’t she feel love?5
Cut.6
Why did she hurt people?7
Cut.8
Why couldn’t she pick the right person?9
Cut.10
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awww talisa.
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aww
that was so sad but amazing plz write more i cant believe it it was amazing.
always lana
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Distressing, but excellent work. I know all to well that hollow, but that one is what's left when they are gone. It never quite fills again. The part with her questions and cuts in bitween is really piece of art.
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