Cold

Sitting here this cold porcelain soaking up any energy i have left red stains as it oozes twards the bottem  this pain is unlike any other it wasent accidental the razor lay on the floor cut open with shame i call for someone anyone but no ones there just and empty hollow shell of what used to be only broken dreams and nothingness its going dark only screams and crys are heard as the people rush through the door familure but unfamilure they save me and heal this pain Not knowing what they have done for me they are 

Author's Note

(I dont cut) :)

Reviews

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it's a haunting thought that there are people out there suffering in this way... it's more difficult to understand how many cry for help but there cries go unanswered... you might not cut, but you understand the pain that leads someone to do so...