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January 13, 2015

i understand

It's all over the bathroom sink. 
I see a small paring knife beside the sink with red on the tip. 
Panic overtook me and I feel afraid. I'm not used to seeing blood other than my own. 
I called out his name. It should only be us in this house. 
My eyes followed the trail of blood down the sink and onto the tile. 
I slowly follow it, leading me outside and into the bedroom. I'm shaking with horror. 
And there he is, sitting on the floor, covering his blood-soaked wrist. 
I then heard something. I realized it was me letting out a scream. 
He was crying and I was crying. 
I asked him why. And I finally understand. 
I now know how it feels like when somebody sees me like this. When I'm at my worst. 
It broke me apart seeing him crashing down, wanting to escape so badly like how I wanted to. 
And now I understand.


  1. :'( Whoa... that's cutting (not wishing to be punny).

    xoxo Morning

  2. WOW. Just wow. That was so powerful. I know someone who I'm trying to help that has gone through not physical, but mental hurt. And this almost made me cry. Thank you for posting this xxx.

    1. Thank you. And I am really glad you are helping someone. Good luck, dear. <3

  3. That's powerful and sad. I want to know everything now. I don't know what to say. Beautiful Cindy.

  4. I read this post a few days ago but never got around to commenting. So here I am.:)
    Let me just say that this writing piece was just...just sooo powerful. Your words pulled me into the scene: seeing the blood, feeling the horror, and understanding the hurt in his eyes.
    Your words are the type of words that echo in my mind making me ponder about this story that's much deeper than it seems. This is perfection, Cindy. perfection. Loved it. <3

    1. Thank you oh so much darling. <3 Your comment made me smile so much! Thanks for reading. :)

  5. That just left a hole in my chest...pain is beauty and beauty is pain. Amazing. <3