brutal truthA Poem by victoria
Slash,slash,slash.
She can't stop. Slice,slice,slice, her arm is gushing blood. she doesn't feel it though. Cut,cut,cut. Both her arm are covered in red. Tears falling down her face. Sob,sob,sob. She whispers for her sister. She calls out. Help,help,help. The girls sister comes in. She gasps at the sight of her little sister. Why,why,why? But of course the sister doesn't get an answer. The next day everybody thinks the girl is okay. Is she? No,no,no. The girl is me. Everyday the need for the blade grows stronger. Need,need, need. She can't live without the blade. It's what she needs. It's what I crave.
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