"Why can't you save anyone?"

There was purple scars on his left arm, and a hospitable band on his right wrist.

There was a razor blade hidden inside of his phone.

He ripped into his skin, so deeply that it bled for hours.

"It hurt so much. But I just wanted to go deeper," he said. He was crying; but he kept going.

He kept going.


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I don't know what to say, I never did.
There's nothing to fight away, nothing to hit, nothing to convince to leave.

 It's all inside of them.