I sit alone crying and afraid to be hurt in the next minute. Then, it hits me. No one likes me, no one helps me, NO ONE F***ING CARES NOR WANTS ME. WHY BOT JUST END IT! WHY WONT I DO IT! I WANT IT!
They treat you like crap in the real life, yet they act like they care on the internet. Why is this? Why do they stab you in the back to your face. They don’t see the cuts, they think I’m fine, they think it doesn’t hurt, they also believe I do not cut from excuses. No one thinks I’m a good liar, they don’t know how good of a liar I really am. I hide my cuts they don’t suspect. I plot to leave, but my uncle keeps me here by making me show a true smile. When he helps me they hurt him, I […]
My best friend is a silver tongued devil, he made me an addict to him. I can’t seem to get away from him at all. He tells me to slide him across my skin when no one is around. I don’t know why it feels so good. I’m addicted…addicted to the release I get from it. I always have him and if I don’t I’m carrying a pencil.
I don’t understand why I’m treated like total crap, no one notices me ever. If I’m noticed they see me in a corner with my hood up. I sit silent not wanting to be beaten up again […]