If I write your name on my hands, it’ll wash away…
If I tattoo your name on my neck, the bite marks, your teeth… will rip it awayÂ
If I cut your name into my wrists, the scars will fade away…
But today…
Today I have the perfect wayÂ
To keep you here with meÂ
I’ll rip out my still beating heart, and on it carved, your name is there to stay…Â
In all its gore and gloryÂ
AutumnLykWinter
So here I am…
This is what heaven must be like
Or is it hell?
Everything I am, layed out for you to see…
The blood in my veins, swimming on the table
I cut open my chest, layed aside flesh and bone…
And what do we find, within the walls of my chest cavity?
No perfect red heart, rosy and full…
Nothing stitched, nothing battered..
Nothing not at allÂ
I need a savior 🙁
I need a life
I need a razor blade
Everything is falling apart. I want to die and that’s all I want. Please someone shoot me
i remember the ‘bad time’
Right after Jake’s body was found I got into mutilation. Not just cutting, oh no. I’d do extreme things. Partial self suffocation, drowning, I hung myself a few times, knowing the belt would break. I really like electric shocks, it was an addiction… I loved unraveling light wires and stickin them in my has, flipping the switch…
Fire was another thing… I have burn scar everywhere… They remind me of what I am..
My scars are pretty…
And I love the made up stories that o with them
The cat did it
I tripped
Accident
Oops
Maybe I’m insane…
that feeling is there again. The one that comes before I black out and wake up an hour later covered in blood. I’m afraid of me…
I Uh… This is hard. Opening up was never my strong suit… My name shall remain anonymous, as will my age, thigh I’m young. Too young for all of this some might say. But suicide and I have a long bloody history. I’m going to be completely honest here, as I never have before. I suppose it all started with a need to fit in…
In school, in life. People judge, and it’s hard. I live in a rural area… And I quickly became known as different, which after gradeschool became ’emo’ I remember the first time I cut… Before any of this… I […]