I don’t know, I’m bored. I slept all day. I have nothing to do. So I guess I’ll tell you my story. I’ve been cutting for 4 years now, it started out as something small. Just one cut, then two cuts, and then before I knew it I was cutting all the way up my arm and on my legs and thighs and my stomach. It’s now an addiction. Wether I’m feeling shitty or not. I need to cut. I want to cut. But I’ve tried suicide multiple times, I’ve chickened out a couple times, I’ve failed a couple times. But I woke up one […]
They think your crazy, they think your mad… They call you stupid, worthless. Tell you your not worth it… Now your walking back to the place you call home, but you feel so alone. And if they really knew all of those things that you do in your room, to hide the pain… I’ll bet their minds would change…They’d change if they knew the pain…
And my mind was going crazy, with words like no, no. no but so was my heart with yes, and the aching desire for more. Your lips were soft but strong, your hands pressed against me, but light and fluttering, like the unrelenting butterflies, dancing in my stomach.