Torn (Harry Styles)

Deeper

Prim's P.O.V

I'm sobbing, rocking back and forth.
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
I am not okay.
Everyone hates me.
I hate myself.
I don't want to be alive.
I want to cut and cry and die.

Today, everything has fallen apart. I haven't seen Harry in over a week. He's been out on a summer tour. I don't know when I am going to see him. And it's all been a mess. I've been crying for the past hour. I can't stop.

I pick myself up off the floor and fumble for bloodly blade. I've already harmed myself, but it wasn't enough.

I need to feel.

I need to bleed.

This is the end.

This is it.

I pick up the metal and go deeper into my wrist. So deep I scream in pain. Blood doesn't trickle up, it rushes out. Faster and faster out of the tiny cut. I cry even harder. I take the blade and add another cut. Deep. Not as deep as the first one. Blood runs down my wrist and falls to the floor. I scream again. I sob and the blood runs fast. Pain is all I can feel. I add another slit on my arm. Blood and tears collide an fall to the floor. I take the blade and cut vertically.

Then it all goes black.

Goodbye.