I was sitting here angry.
I decided that I was going to do it.
I got my pills out and put one to my lips.
Then I got a text message and I guess I was hoping for a reason to stay.
It wasn’t a reason to stay at all.
I cried and cried and cried.
I got my blade.
I cut, I cut, I cut, and cut til i couldnt see my leg through the blood.
I’m better now.
I’m not crying.
I’m just thinking about the reason why I started cutting.
I’m worthless.
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Thoughts of self distruction are not that rare.
Its when we carry them around all day when it is not fair.
You have talents that you could use.
Some will earn you money without leaving a bruise.
Become the poet or the butcher that I see above… but charge a fee.
Right now you cutting meat and writing poetry for free.
In 5 years will you feel the way you feel right now?
Stan
I wish I could cry but I can’t. I wish I could cut but I can’t. I wish I could feel better but it seems impossible. Take care backtrackinlife.
babe i wish i knew wat to say :/ i wanna say i love you and hold you for the rest of my life but iv said it 100 times praying that u qould know that i want to but it seemd like you dont belive it.. i mean i know im not good enough cause i cant seem to keep u happy and u never wanna tell me anything but w.e im not tryin to mess up the best thing in my life.. i love you babe and i always will i swear on it with all my heart and soul