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Anonymous
I can see it in my mind.
A thin red line that decorates the tender skin on the underside of my wrist.
I see it, and finally realize reality.
Now I want out.
It must be a dream.
But it's reality.
I can feel it in my thoughts.
Such a simple motion that would relieve me from all this anger, this pain.
I feel it; this wanting, this need.
I want out.
I'm begging for this to be a dream
But it's not.
Tears start falling.
Down my cheeks, into my lap.
My hand is shaking.
I promised I wouldn't.
Resisting is so hard.
The action is easy.
I want to scream.
They don't even know.
No one can help me now.
I wish they would.
I wish I could tell them all.
Show them what they've done.
Make them say sorry.
They don't even know.
I can't think anymore.
Resisting takes every drop of energy from my veins.
I can't think or this dream will take over.
I want out.
I want to wake up.
But i can't.
This is real.
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