when the time comes, i can’t stand in the rain. it hurts me too much because the rain drops are my tears, and they burn me like fire. i feel pain for my sister, and my parents, my friends and for those i don’t even know. no one deserves to feel the pain, so i’ll feel it for them. is it selfish of me?? am i suppose to hurt for them?? or am i suppose to die?? 12 slits and i’m not even dead.
Every time I cut, I feel so much better, like I’m getting high. Whenever my parents see my scars, they look at me with disgust, and it confuses me. They wanted me to be happy, they told me that I had to be happy or else I had to go. This is me being happy, letting my emotions go. They used to say my happiness was important, but that’s all they sayed to me until I just gave up. Ever since January, I’ve been on lock down, all my family trying to save my damned soul, but I don’t want them to. I want to […]
All day
I wish you were here.
All day
I cry because of this day, this year.
All day
I think about how better life would be if you were here and my life was shared.
All day
I remind myself that you did it because you were scared.
Right now
I want my Uncle to be alive not dead.
Right now
I wish you were my dad.
Right now
I want to die.
Right now
I cry.
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