everytime i think about it, it becomes real. the hate and the pain and the unrealistic feeling that knaws at me as i cry. this guilt hidden inside that masks my deadness to the world. i laugh and i smile just to hide the pain lingering inside. im a threat to my own life. sometimes when i cry i make believe that they aren’t my own tears. and if i believe it then maybe i won’t feel like shit but i never believe it some one tell me that im not crazy…its my fault that they leaft me and now they resent me i need […]
im tiered of people action like i am nothing, treating me like nothing. i just want it to end like right now. all the shit needs to stop, and i can make that possible with the flick of a blade. but some say that i should stop, no one knows my pain but me!!! they need to quit their shit and leave me the hell alone before i fucking end them! all those that think they know me and add on to my pain by making me feel bad. the thing that kills me is when they compare me to my brother. I AM NOT […]
Every time I cut…No one asks “Hey that looks bad what happened?” Or “You should get help” The look at me and say “Oh your one of those people” Which tells me that no one cares about why i do it or if i do it…..