Seven Minutes.

Depressed Night.

I

close my eyes....

STUPID; WORTHLESS; UGLY; RETARD

These names won't stop racing in my head. Thoughts are racing.

My blood is pumping so fast, the adrenaline kicking me in the chest.

The urges are getting stronger to bring the past back.

I need relief.

STUPID; WORTHLESS; UGLY; RETARD

I don't even move my hand it moves itself.

Locked doors, locked room, fall apart piece by piece.

Nothing but blood staining the sheets, and staining my legs.

It isn't enough...

Author's Note

Never fall into the trap of pretending everything is okay when quite frankly, it's not even close to okay.