1,2,3,4…
It goes on and on.
The scars of yesterday,
the blood stains on my shirt,
still shaking, in shock.
How can you push me to go this far?
Talking to myself,
the faint whispers in my head,
“You’re not worth another day.â€
Another day goes by.
The smiles and laughter can’t get any faker.
At home, I lock myself in my room.
Cry to myself.
Telling myself its over.
Trying to say my last goodbye’s,
losing my mind.
Its happening again.
Been here so many times before…
So many miserable times,
I’ve had enough of this feeling.
Its over for me.
Or at least that’s how it feels like.
2 comments
Really recognizable. They say your cutting blade is your worst enemy but also your best friend. I know it doesn’t help for you to say that you have to stop, but I really wished it would help. I hope you find a thing to do so you wouldn’t cut anymore… Good luck, hun, wish you the best!! <3
In this case, it will always be my best friend, more than an enemy. Sadly. But, Im trying really hard to stop.
Thank you love, xoxo