Faithless

That burning sensation it caves, its overwhelming and comforting. The feeling that a single silver blade can bring so much happiness to you, cause a beautiful destruction on your skin like a canvas and the blade is the paintbrush with the blood as the paint. I stared down at my art work, satisfied but terrified. What have I done? 5.. 28... 50. 50 cuts in total, on both of my wrist cuts filled the empty spaces. She can't know. She just can't. She can't know that I struggle too. I felt like I was bleeding out. I should get cleaned up. She can't know. It burned like fire. It won't be the same.

Notes

Short chapter , I'm getting enrolled back in school and JTS cold af.