Oct 19, 2013
We’re drifting apart more and more each day. I don’t know why I should put in an effort when you’re not. This is between 2 people. It’s not going to work if 1 person’s giving it their all.
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We’re drifting apart more and more each day. I don’t know why I should put in an effort when you’re not. This is between 2 people. It’s not going to work if 1 person’s giving it their all.
Regret. || Self Para
The blade slowly sliding across her skin. She pressed it up against her wrist so that it’d be a definite deep cut.
It just fell so good, it all felt so good. The pain she felt inside was finally let out into her deep cut. It was her last resort. The blood flowing down her forearm, it was like relaxtion to her.
The faint sound of cries could be heard. It was the exact reason why she felt regretful; Her kids. Her eyes shifted from her arm to to her stomach. A long sigh escaping her lips. Due to the fact that her girls were almost screaming rather than crying, she quickly got up and rinsed her forearm with warm water, not bothering to clean it properly. Proceeding to bandage it loosely.
Walking out to see her girls laying in their cribs, she leaned over to give both of them a soft peck on their foreheads to calm them down. Seeing her kids; her happiness, her support, made her realize how stupid she was for harming herself. Her hand reached to rub her stomach, the baby inside her as well.
She was sorry. She was regretful. If she kept this up… she might not be there for her kids. And that was all she really needed in her life.