i went into my bathroom because it had the best lighting in the whole house. i just stared at how green my veins were. how they merged into the rest of my hand. i wanted nothing more in that moment to cut open my wrist and take them out. i knew it was an unhealthy thought but the idea seemed amazing. i clenched my fists to see how the veins would react—still there. i then thought about how lovely it would be to just pop my vein and let the beautiful nectar, in other words blood, to seep out. How lovely it would be to bleed onto the floor. To let myself drain out and maybe the problems and depression i have in life might go ):
Nothing. I was nothing. I am nothing. Just veins. Veins that will one day fail me. But until then theyre here for my sick admiration.
Nothing. I was nothing. I am nothing. Just veins. Veins that will one day fail me. But until then theyre here for my sick admiration.
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