1,2,3,4,5,18, how many times am i going to cut, before i realise that watching my blood seep out of my arm, doesn’t solve anything ? Yes, i tell myself, you shouldn’t do this! What is wrong with you ? You’ve never done anything like this before! But the scissors just keep coming back to haunt me. 18 times, 3 times in 2011. On my legs, on my arms, hidden so no one will ask questions. Its time to stop, but once i stop, i just start again. Whether it be a week or year later, its impossible for me to move on and never go back.
My friends help a lot, till they have issues of their own. Its seeping through me. The dark makeup, the black clothes, the cutting ? I’m starting to hide myself, so no one will ask. Cause i’m afraid, they can’t take the answer.
Half way out of the dark. I’ll make it, but im not sure how long till the bleeding and cutting ends, but i know its not right. And i have people who care about me, that will help me stop.
Half way out of the dark ..