
the_etherealmuse
Member
- Jan 17, 2025
- 30
Something is soothing about seeing my blood seep out and pool around my wounds.
It helps me focus and calm down.
Sometimes when I'm sobbing my heart out, I take a razor and make a few slits. The beads of blood remind me of my mortality, the promise that I too will inevitably rest.
I didn't know where else to post this. I want to spill my feelings like I spill my blood and not be censored, not have my words diluted.
It helps me focus and calm down.
Sometimes when I'm sobbing my heart out, I take a razor and make a few slits. The beads of blood remind me of my mortality, the promise that I too will inevitably rest.
I didn't know where else to post this. I want to spill my feelings like I spill my blood and not be censored, not have my words diluted.