TRIGGER WARNING.

graphic self harm ahead. please, if this can trigger you in any way do not read the following story.

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One cut.

Two cut.

Three cut.

Four.

A girl with blonde hair carved with a razor against the porcelain of her skin.

Cry for awhile then cut some more.

Her eyes were closed shut, the pain stung to the core of her being. But she didn't care; not anymore. She needed this to ease the pain from the inside.

Old cut,

New cut,

Cut dripping blood.

Drag the blade across and watch it flow.

Lucy didn't smile the same anymore. She couldn't; not after he left.

The loneliness was flowing through her veins. She didn't have anyone to turn to.

In our society this wasn't acceptable.

Her head dropped, resting on her free arm and begged herself not to cry.

Cut on my wrist,

Cut on my thigh.

Wait till everyone's asleep and cut at night.

The whole apartment dark, the only light came from the moon and the little night lamp close to her bed.

Blondes hand traveled to cover her forehead before her eyes shifted to the side and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth; her heart sank even deeper.

Small cut,

Big cut,

Cut too deep.

Sit and watch as it continues to bleed.

Her hand was shaking, her whole body was shaking; she was exhausted. Her body and mind could barely keep it together as her whole body remained covered in thick red liquid.

Hi cut,

Bye cut,

It keeps bleeding out.

See you later cut, it's all over now.

The metal blade dropped from her hand to the cold floor. Lucy's skin went ashen and her mind began to swirl. Her body fell backwards, she laid there in the bed as still as a corpse, barely breathing at all.

She thought that cutting herself would fix her, causing physical pain to take over the mental pain.

But there she laid now; bleeding to death all alone.

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this isn't a cry for help, i just like writing about self harm and depression. it really ain't hard to figure it out, it's not like i have 2 books intended for it.

this is so stupid but it's the go-to thing that can distract me enough from my thoughts.