I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of whore, my love. I want to feel the intimacy with you and share with you a physical bond that only lovers truly know. I want to know that you’d see the cuts before they scarred. Not this distance.
I could do it more and more. And you wouldn’t even know it. I want the adrenaline of being caught. Of having someone see them without me showing. I want to know that you actually love me still, that you’re attracted to me still, that maybe there is a reason for me to still be here.
The cuts on my thighs and the scrapes on my wrist, can multiply. Once it starts, it will never end. If only you cared enough to check me still, because I am hurting still.
I want to know if you fear losing me…
Because it could very well happen…
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Just think
people have weird ways of showing they care sometimes. fuck the cutting tho. let them heal and become scars. you don’t need any more pain even if it’s physical.
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let them heal and become scars and a story of who you were. cutting isn’t who you are and there are better ways to release your pain. just tell him how u feel.