Trapped | Teen Ink


April 3, 2021
By Anonymous

One cut,

two cuts,

three cuts,


I watch my blodd splatter

as it hits the floor.

Five cuts,

six cuts,

several more.

I don't don't want to feel anymore.

I'm up to twelve now, 

they grow deeper as I go,

yet I still add more.

There's so much blood,

I can't see my skin anymore.

Can't count the cuts now,

but it doesn't matter.

I've gone more insane 

than the Mad Hatter.

I feel my eyelids droop and

I fall.

White tile,

now stained red,

I'm bleeding out.

I'm almost dead.

This is what happens

when you're trapped in your head.

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This article has 4 comments.

on Jul. 16 at 5:44 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
159 articles 22 photos 903 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)
And the words I say most often: "Where was I?"
"I just switched 50 things to anonymus and it doesnt even make a diff- why was i writing this again? where was i? hm.... oh well."

you ok?

Lydiaq DIAMOND said...
on Jul. 16 at 12:13 pm
Lydiaq DIAMOND, Somonauk, Illinois
94 articles 35 photos 640 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I'd rather be a forest than a street.
If I only could, I surely would.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet."

Oh gosh please take care of yourself