I pondered my self ambitions, heating the blade with a dented Zippo. It's best to stay sanitary, especially when indulging in the insanity-plagued act of self injury. I guess it's obsession, but I'm baking up blood as I plunge the knife into my arm. Red goo erupts from cracked skin, and I take the knife and scrape it down my forearm like jelly on toast. The cars of Bellevue Avenue speed by, the headlights a neon blur. It's not the speed, a timid 35 miles per hour, but the Uppers I purchased from Anna at the street corner. Underneath the green street sign; West Lake Road and Elaine Boulevard. Nothing gets better than this. Purple Cush stains my shirt, a white collar everyday, a purchase I'll forget as quickly as the hash brownies smudged underneath the pen pocket. Don't feed me lies. I'm feeding them to myself as I take a needle and push it through my cheek. It's like poking a pencil through a piece of paper. Why don't you try it now, in fact! Grab the paper, and center the pencil. Stab. Push. Feel the force of the paper on the pencil, Fpape, and the force of the pencil on the paper, Fpepa! Push! Go! The pin rips through my skin and plunges into my tongue. You were my best friend. I remember the day; "besties!" And here I am, rotting myself into a **** hole because of your ignorance. I called on you and you pushed me away. I worked for you, but you turned me down. And now I'm snapping Holga's of my bleeding thighs. Now my stomach, your name etched into my skin, my belly button dotting the "i" in your name. And here's a picture of my wrists, open wide like the top of the envelope that I'm sealing my final letter to you in. Signed with blood, Your Best Friend; The gun's locked and loaded, and I'm ready to go. Let's dance together in hell, my friend.
Wow 0_0 That's..... very good.. I like the ending the best with the "Sign your best friend" technique. Great job~ =]
