Why do all the bad things feel so right? The blood..it’s pretty..so why is it bad? I thought all pretty things were good..but I guess that’s not the case. Today, my friend saw my cuts..she wants to tell the dean. I don’t know what I should do…
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Bad Blood
Let’s see. 4 years. 4 years ago was the first time I took a blade to my own wrist. And now here I am, barely a teenager and I want to die for the millionth time. Whenever something bad happens I automatically think; “let’s save that for later, you can rid the tainted blood with one trip to your special drawer”. But sometimes, sometimes it isn’t enough. Sometimes I just have a thousand thoughts running through my head, all of the bad things that have happened and keep happening. Hey, your antidepressants make you cold all the fucking time. Your dad is never here and […]