There are many times in the past I’ve wanted to cut, to hurt myself… But I didn’t. Because I’m afraid.
Now I cut, I slashes across my skin to creat scars… But now I’m afraid of what would become of me… What would my future be.
I’m such a coward… Afraid of everything, I don’t even dare to go deeper with my razor… Only because I’m afraid, of being found out, and afraid of the unknown amount of pain… Waiting for me in the future.
I’m scared of pain… But I love pain.
I’m scared of blood, but I’m fascinated by it.
I’m such a coward.
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I have never seen my feelings so eloquently written, in my life time. I know what you mean, and you’re not a coward, because that would make me a coward, and i’m not calling myself that. Its a relief to know someone else feels that way. I don’t know what it means exactly, i’m still trying to figure out whether or not i want to live or die. I guess, i’ll wait and see.
https://youtu.be/IAFskWXjzmk