Status: This is not support or encouraging self harm, anorexia, or suicide
Dying to Be Dead
Time Of Dying
I drag the blade across my wrist as deep as I could. 'Don't cross the street kids, go down it' flashed threw my head. I changed what direction I was dragging the blade so they can't sew me back up, not that they'd want to. Nope, they only want money. Money, money money, the only reason a doctor would ever stitch me up.
I smile when I see blood start to poor out of me.
-beep, beep, beep-
My alam goes off and I sigh. If only my dream were true. Today's my birthday, and I still can't believe I made it to 14.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" My little brother Johnny says running into my bedroom. He laughs as he jumps on top of me. I can't help but laugh too.
"Happy birthday Skyler."
My mom came in with a cake, singing 'Happy Birthday'.
I hate holidays, expecially birthdays. Attention, food, celebration. It got so annoying.
I put on a smile and take a piece of cake. After I set it on my night stand, I say, "Thank you, I love you guys. Can I get changed now?"
"Sure sweetie." Mom replies.
Once they're gone, I go into my bathroom and throw the cake into the toilet. After I flush it, I feel relieved.
You may be wondering about my dad. I don't have one. He left when I was born. When I was being birthed, he decided not to be a dad. I hate him and everyone who brings him up.
I hop in the shower and grab my blade. I really need this right now. I drag it slowly then make a few quick ones. After I'm done, I look down at my thighs. They were covered in blood once again. I watch it drip down to the tub.
-knock knock-
"Who is it?" I say, cussing under my breath 'Who's in my room?" (You have to go threw my room to go my bathroom)
"It's your mom. We're gonna leave soon."
"Ok, where are we going?"
"We're going out for pizza."
"Ok, I'll be out in a minute."
I hurry to rinse the blood off and finish my shower. By the end, it's barley bleeding.
After putting some paper towels over the cuts, I throw on some black jeans and my favorite band-tee.
I figure I'll do my makeup on the way and I throw some of my rubber band bracelets (if you couldn't tell, I like bands).
Time to live threw another day of hell.
I smile when I see blood start to poor out of me.
-beep, beep, beep-
My alam goes off and I sigh. If only my dream were true. Today's my birthday, and I still can't believe I made it to 14.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" My little brother Johnny says running into my bedroom. He laughs as he jumps on top of me. I can't help but laugh too.
"Happy birthday Skyler."
My mom came in with a cake, singing 'Happy Birthday'.
I hate holidays, expecially birthdays. Attention, food, celebration. It got so annoying.
I put on a smile and take a piece of cake. After I set it on my night stand, I say, "Thank you, I love you guys. Can I get changed now?"
"Sure sweetie." Mom replies.
Once they're gone, I go into my bathroom and throw the cake into the toilet. After I flush it, I feel relieved.
You may be wondering about my dad. I don't have one. He left when I was born. When I was being birthed, he decided not to be a dad. I hate him and everyone who brings him up.
I hop in the shower and grab my blade. I really need this right now. I drag it slowly then make a few quick ones. After I'm done, I look down at my thighs. They were covered in blood once again. I watch it drip down to the tub.
-knock knock-
"Who is it?" I say, cussing under my breath 'Who's in my room?" (You have to go threw my room to go my bathroom)
"It's your mom. We're gonna leave soon."
"Ok, where are we going?"
"We're going out for pizza."
"Ok, I'll be out in a minute."
I hurry to rinse the blood off and finish my shower. By the end, it's barley bleeding.
After putting some paper towels over the cuts, I throw on some black jeans and my favorite band-tee.
I figure I'll do my makeup on the way and I throw some of my rubber band bracelets (if you couldn't tell, I like bands).
Time to live threw another day of hell.
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