My Mind Whispers
"You'll ruin your life if you start," My mind whispers, As my hand picks up the cutter I always bring, I pray a silent, unheard prayer, As I shut out the buzzing of spring And slice. "This is stupid! You need to stop!" My mind whispers, As I drag the blade across my arm yet again, Watching red start to stain silver, As I try not to hiss in pain. "Stop, I say!" My mind whispers, As tears shimmer yet don't fall from my eyes. They made my eyes seem prettier, sparklier, But I know those sparkles simply are lies. "No. . ." My mind whispers, As blood gushes from my throat; As my heart stops beating over and over Having grown tired of keeping me afloat.
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