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Hey guys. I’ve posted this before, but I’ll do it again. Please, if you ever need anything at all, email me, breannakienzle@gmail.com. I would really love to hear from you. I will not judge you or scold you, I’m just here to help and, if you want, give you any advice I can. I’ll respond to you as soon as I can.
It’s over.
I am quiet because it pushes normal people away and attracts the ones who will understand. I cut because I like the way it feels. I am addicted to the pain. I don’t feel like myself if I can’t see a scar. I am emo. If you ask how I am I will say I’m fine, because you can’t understand. I used to be like you. I’m human, just a strange type. If I could only take off the mask you could see me. But the problem is, I don’t remember what I am without putting on a show. If I were to tell you […]
I need to know that there is someone else out there who has been molested, or sexually abused, or whatever you want to call it. I know there is somebody else, I just can’t find them.
“But you don’t know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night, scared with the thought of kissing razors”
~Pierce the Veil
Sometimes I feel like killing myself. Other times I feel like my life is perfect and nothing can ever hurt me, but that’s usually just when I’m with my boyfriend. All I know is that no matter what I feel, I always feel like cutting. I guess you could call it an addiction, but it’s kinda just my way of life now. I can’t stop, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not sure if I even want to. It’s like breathing to me. If my thoughts begin to overtake my mind, I cut myself and everything gets okay again. I just want to […]
” If I were you, I’d put that away. See you’re just wasted and thinking bout the most again. Darling you’ll be ok. And she said…”
” If you were me, you’d do the same, yeah! ‘Cause I can’t take anymore, I’ll draw the shades and close the door. I’m not alright and I would rather…”
~Pierce the Veil
“I kissed the scars on her skin.
I still think you’re beautiful, and I don’t ever wanna lose my best friend.
I screamed out,”God, you vulture, bring her back or take me with her!”
~Pierce the Veil
I can’t stop cutting myself. I honestly am sitting on my bed with a knife in my hand cutting away at myself like it’s nothing, but I’m used to it. And I’m so sorry, but I have to admit, I like the way it feels. I love the way I feel the shearing pain of blade against skin as the voices that overtake me slowly fade into a whispering echo in the back of my mind. I feel the stickiness of the blood. I can’t stop. I don’t know why I try. No one can help me and I know that. Don’t tell me it […]
Why do those who live in the war of staying strong continue to fight if the battle is never ending? Why must you go through so much pain in order to deserve a shred of happiness? Does it end? Is what they say true, that after so long, the striking pain eases? And why do I and so many others, use physical pain to fight off the mental pain? It only helps temporarily, but still, any help is worth my time. Can we just stop all the sadness and live a life of bliss and peace? Or is that too selfish to ask? Why do […]
I started cutting a year ago in March when it happened. I was having a sleepover with my two friends Kiaya and Amanda. We all slept in my bed which was big enough to fit all of us. I was in the middle. I woke up in the middle of the night to whispers from Kiaya. She was talking from the perspective of a guy towards me in a seductive way. I didn’t do anything about it because I wasn’t sure what was happening. That’s when she leaned in and kissed me when my eyes were closed. She stole my first kiss, but that was […]