i thought my arms were beautiful when they were covered in my art work. when they bled crimson red. when the blood would drip down my arms and steadily onto the floor. i loved the feeling of the rough horizontal lines i felt like a tiger <3. i loved the sharp pain i felt when digging and slicing my blade into my skin which parted and poured out blood. i miss the words that i can still see forever scarred onto my skin; breathe, love, crazy, no love. the words that describe me. the words that were so close to me that i […]
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Drip Down
January 5,2011 The day my daddy passed away, The day my 2 year boyfriend broke up with me, Â The day my mom and dad got married through church , The day I tried killing my self …
My dad died from cancer my boyfriend left me for my bestfriend….My bestfriend told all my secrets. That night it was a school night thursday to be exact. I punched a whole in my wall my nuckles turned purple I wanted to hurt myself I thought “I dont desrve to live im just a waste of space nobody cares for me!” I punched the mirror now my nuckles […]
You take the knife and do no harm
But feel the blood drip down your arm
You realize something
It’s all about the pain
You’re on a quest to find some there
To feel anything, anyone, anywhere
But you already knew that
You just don’t understand why you can’t get past it
It’s not about the hurt
It’s not about the hate
It’s not about what you can’t explain
It’s not about what you’ve done
Not about the punishment
It’s all about the pain
Just trying to feel something
I’ve been down the road before
Sometimes I’m still there
Rip out my heart as I cut up the […]