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Tags: Mental Health, SH, SUI, Story

11/10/2025
4:41 P.M.

Mr. Sharp

  Mr. Sharp is my bestest friend, my one true friend. Even if it hurts he makes everything better. That's how it works. The truth hurts.
 I used to not like Mr. Sharp. I was scared and ashamed, he terrified me. I thought he lied to me, telling me that I was so disgusting and worthless. But now I know he's the only one who doesn't lie. In fact, Mr. Sharp is the most honest person I know. He only tells me the truth. I trust him more than anyone.
 Everyone else lies to me. Telling me that they're there for me, that they care. They don't. They couldn't care any less. They just like to play with my heart. They just like to hurt me. It's the only thing that they do. I'm too broken for them to do anything else.
 Mr. Sharp likes to touch me with his claws, digging them into my thighs, my arms. They are so sharp, they slice through my flesh and fat like butter. They're more like razorblades really. Five shiny razorblades tipping his hand. He tells me my meat is so tender, that my flesh is so sweet. Red is his most favorite color. It hurts. It hurts so much, but it doesn't hurt enough. I wish it would hurt more. It keeps all the bad thoughts away. I beg him and I beg him to hurt me more, to stay with me. Please. It keeps Mr. Sharp so close. It means that I'm not alone anymore. Never alone again.
 He lives in my ribcage, right next to my heart. He likes to tap on it with his claws. It makes me cry everyday.
 "Good.. good," he whispers in my ears. "This is what you deserve," he purrs, while licking up my salty tears.
 His tongue is black and rough, his teeth are rusted buzzsaws, always gnashing in my head. He is made of all the dirty and rotten and real things in this world. The pain, the suffering, the vile sludge at the bottom of my soul. He is more machine than man. There's a chainsaw revving in his chest, there are gears binding in his throat, in his eyes molten coals burn and smolder. He's more monster than human.
 But aren't all humans really monsters?
 He loves me. He tells me so everyday with his claws. I love you so much. I love you I love you I love you. He says that he wants me to come to him.
 I asked him, "How?"
 He chuckles, laughs at my stupidity, at my naivete. "Oh sweet thing, do you love me?" he asks.
 "More than anyone, more than anything," I nod. The words burn in my throat, the tears sting in my eyes.
 "Would you do anything for me?" His words sound like the crushing of metal, the banging of steel against steel.
 "Yes," I whisper.
 "You should kill yourself," He hisses so sweetly, again and again and again.
 Suddenly, I am so scared. "Why?" I cry out, desperately. My voice is so small, but I already know why. Deep, deep down I know why.
 "What do you have to live for...? Nothing." The truth hurts me again, destroys me.
 "■■■■■, ■■■■■■■, ■■■, ■■■■, ■■■■■■, they don't love you, they've never loved you. In fact they hate you. They hate you oh so much. The only thing they love about you is how easy you are to use. How pretty you cry when they break your fragile little heart. But I love you, I will always love you." He coos mockingly down at me.
 I wilt and my heart breaks all over again. I know he's right. Mr. Sharp is always right. Nobody could ever love me, I am so worthless and disgusting. It is the truth, the only truth. That's why everyone leaves me, that's why everyone lies to me.
 I know I'll go to him one day. I want to so badly already. Will it be today? Will it be tomorrow? All I know is that it will happen.
 Mr. Sharp loves me, and I love him too.