I’m so depressed.
I can’t think.
I just want to cut.
And cry
Why does it feel so good?
Why can’t I stop?
It’s like an addiction.
A forcive habit.
So many scares.
It’s like I’m shredding my leg.
His initials carved into my leg.
Hate carved into my leg.
I can’t feel my leg.
So much pain.
I’ve turned numb.
Is this the end?
Someone please take.
Far away
From here.
From….
This….