american indian


i am in a deep hole i thought i never would be in again
my ocd is worse than ever i feel myself slippin
but i have think straight about what images are in my head
suicide, homicide.
i used to cut alot and make my self bleed to relieve my fustrations
i am very alone in my own world i see no one except the blood
white walls splattered with it a body lays on the floor covered in blood
i dont know this person.
as blood drips from the knife i hold in my hand as the knife falss to the floor

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