LullabyRaven

I need some advice. I’m kinda stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I don’t know what to do.

As some of you know, I’ve been cut free for nine months, but I broke that streak two weeks ago. For me, cutting is an addiction. My legs are covered in scars, but I can’t stop cutting them up.

I wanted to tell my parents, but you need to know what happened the first time I told them I was cutting. It went a little something like this:

I was in the shower, but I was too upset to cry. They had taken everything away from me. […]

There’s a darkness and it’s consuming me

constricting my body, I can hardly breathe

As I slip deeper

the hole I’ve fallen into gets steeper

I’m exhausted

the people around me can’t be trusted

I’m awake

but the world I’m living in is fake

I don’t care

this life is too much to bear

I’m drowning

my heart is pounding

I want to let go

death is less than a stone’s throw

The lies I’ve lived

they’re all I have to give

The knife is all I hold

as my body begins to grow cold

My favorite color is red

red, the color I bled