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Just one more cut... you think that's all it will take. Just one more and everything will be alright. You look at your wrists it's like a bracelet of scars. Wow.. you think, have I really done that many? Have I really been that oblivious to what I've done? To everything around me? How many time before have you said "just one more cut, just one last one?" It'll stop you think. It can't go on forever, one day there will be a day were the sun begins to shine. It can rain all the time. But how fa...

Tears of blood fall to the floor as you look at your wrists. Your wrists are crying, like you just did. You cried because you know something is going to happen, something that you know you don't like. You know what it is and you wish that it was just a bad dream. A dream that you could just wake up from. Something seeming tangible but when you wake up it just becomes a memory that will one day be forgotten. But this thing you know is bad. You know you will lose someone close to you. As you fe...

Staring in the darkness of everlasting night, looking for the light. There, in the corner I see a shattered mirror. In the mirror I see the many images of my matted hair, tattered clothes, and battered body. The only way to the light is to face the darkness. In the brightest light lies the darkest night. I look once more at the shattered mirror and realize that it reflects not only my image buy my memories. My memories of my scattered childhood, memories of my shattered past. Should I wish to...

Shadows skitter across the walls as darkness settles on the town and the moon begins to rise. "Never fear the dark son." his mother used to tell him, but she didn't know what he knew. She doesn't know that the branches scraping the windows is actually Death tapping on the window, beckoning him. She doesn't know the wind blowing is actually the ghost's whispered promises of torture and sorrow. As the moon's bright light sends the shadows scittering across the room, he sees the spiders and thei...

Staring in the darkness of everlasting night, looking for the light. There, in the corner I see a shattered mirror. In the mirror I see the many images of my matted hair, tattered clothes, and battered body. The only way to the light is to face the darkness. In the brightest light lies the darkest night. I look once more at the shattered mirror and realize that it reflects not only my image buy my memories. My memories of my scattered childhood, memories of my shattered past. Should I wish to...