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The Need.

15/06/2021

The blood poured from my thighs and hips.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Im asked.

I bleed just to feel alive.

The control I have over my life is minimal, but this I can control.


“Does it not hurt?” But nobody realises that’s the point.

The physical pain takes away from the mental pain.

I promised I wouldn’t do it again, but I couldn’t help myself.


Im sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t be, its my own life that im destroying.

But nothing can feel worse than the mental instability that I felt all these years.

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Hey there, 

I'm Deets. I'm a writer in my 20s. I'm hoping to help people with my writing.

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