Black blood
Black blood
I bend my head
my eyes falling onto my hands
its fingers fiddling with each other
my heart pounding weakly
making me question if I’m even alive
feeling the blood swimming through my cold veins
and shooting through cuts on my wrists
two hours later
I open my eyes again
not seeing the person in front of me as
all I can see
is blurry and teary and hurtful and dead
I cough weakly, my voice still cracked
inhale deeply, feeling the air filling my lungs
I frown and curl my fingers into fists
my nails leaving scratches onto my palms
‘I’m okay.’ I say.
‘I’m fucking okay.’ I say
two hours later
and I make another cut into my wrist
winching and hissing in pain
but in relief
and my heart pounds really weak
and weaker,
weaker
and weaker
air stops filling my lungs
blood stops swimming in my veins
all the tears that were hidden in my eyes, come falling out
running over my pale cheeks
and my frown turns into a small smile
as I can’t feel...
my heart beating... it’s...
very weak now... I am...
weak... stupid... done...
and dead...
It’s black.
c.s.
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