He didn't check my wrists because he was worried about me.
He checked my wrists because he was afraid
of what they'd think of him
for being into someone who cuts themselves.
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Belle
I host unofficial challenges and enjoy writing microfiction and poetry.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (8)
This poem hits hard. I never thought of this perspective before.
Very sad… I think L.C.’s comment is inciteful.
It would be better if it was because he cared, but someone checking for any reason is better than no one 😔
A powerful piece. The fact or fiction tag is a little disconcerting. Hoping you are well and safe.
Ouch :( Sending you so much love, Belle.
Argh. Powerful writing. I hope you are well, Belle. Sad thing when concern for face and status is more important than concern for love.
Powerful!
Wow, that last line really hit me. Such a powerful glimpse into how cruelty can hide behind concern.