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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 7 (v.1) - Cutting is Calming

Submitted: March 31, 2010

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Chapter.7. = Cutting is Calming
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
I made my way back home slowly, looking down at the floor my whole way there. I needed to try and find something to take this pain away. I was tired and hurt inside. I felt dirty and as if it was all my fault. I knew it was. Who’s else would it be? I could have stopped him. But I didn’t. I tried to but...he still didn’t stop. It was all my fault.
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I entered my house to see a note on the kitchen side from Mom and Dad. They were out and so I was alone. I flung my backpack into the corner of the hallway and trudged upstairs to the bathroom. I rooted through the cabinets, looking for aspirin or something to get rid of this flaming headache. I soon came to a pink bag, filled with razors. Shutting the cabinet door, I examined them and opened it up, taking one out.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
I made my way back to my bedroom and shutting the door, flopped down on my bed, razor in hand. I held it up to the light and looked it over as the blade shone. I removed the cap and closing my eyes, slowly rolled up my sleeve, holding the blade to my skin and dragging it along, wincing as the pain grew.
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I looked down at my bloody arm and gasped at the sight. Grabbing my hankerchief, I dabbed at it, attempted to stop the blood but it kept coming. I sighed and dropped the razor.
“What have I done?” I whispered to myself, rolling down my sleeve and hugging my knees to my chest, began to cry, rocking back and forth.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me
“What have I done?”


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