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She’s upset, bad day.
Heads for the dresser drawer, to drive the pain away.
Nothing good can come of this.
Claire started cutting when was 15. She’d sit on her bathroom floor, against the door, and dig at the inside of her thigh and upper hip with an oft dull razor blade, relishing more in the struggle to break skin than the blood itself.
About two years later, once the scars had long since healed over, she started to notice that there was no proof of her pain and that did nothing to make her feel better. The ebbed razor blade became a steak knife, became a butcher knife, became burned skin off muffin trays, became forty five foot falls off random structures.
She’d sit on the floor in her bathroom in New York, listening to her father and uncle fight, and slash her wrists over and over again, hoping that once, just once, it would stick and then revel in the adrenaline rush that came from getting a chance to live again.
Live again.
Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.
Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.
Heads for the dresser drawer, to drive the pain away.
Nothing good can come of this.
Claire started cutting when was 15. She’d sit on her bathroom floor, against the door, and dig at the inside of her thigh and upper hip with an oft dull razor blade, relishing more in the struggle to break skin than the blood itself.
About two years later, once the scars had long since healed over, she started to notice that there was no proof of her pain and that did nothing to make her feel better. The ebbed razor blade became a steak knife, became a butcher knife, became burned skin off muffin trays, became forty five foot falls off random structures.
She’d sit on the floor in her bathroom in New York, listening to her father and uncle fight, and slash her wrists over and over again, hoping that once, just once, it would stick and then revel in the adrenaline rush that came from getting a chance to live again.
Live again.
Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.
Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.