Dark Red Lines
Everytime I laugh you know it’s fake it’s just to cover my fate I try to stay strong and no matter how hard I try I always feel wrong. My best friend is the blade in my hand, these cuts on my wrist hard and jagged they land. I tell my parents I’m fine but they deny and point to those dark red lines
What if the results are positive? Will I lose my best friend to the depths of death? She’s the only one I love, she’s the only one I trust. Will I lose another smile and gain another cut? Will I shed another tear and slam my bedroom door shut? This rosary is in my hand and I’m praying to God not to take my best friend away. Please come out negative then I’ll...