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I’m a coward

by NotAlright 10/16/2017

written by NotAlright

There are many times in the past I’ve wanted to cut, to hurt myself… But I didn’t. Because I’m afraid.

Now I cut, I slashes across my skin to creat scars… But now I’m afraid of what would become of me… What would my future be.

I’m such a coward… Afraid of everything, I don’t even dare to go deeper with my razor… Only because I’m afraid, of being found out, and afraid of the unknown amount of pain… Waiting for me in the future.

I’m scared of pain… But I love pain.

I’m scared of blood, but I’m fascinated by it.

I’m such a coward.

10/16/2017 2 comments

Red Wrists

by DAlex 2/21/2014

written by DAlex

Today, once everyone leaves me alone, I think I’ll cut. Nobody ever took away my knife when they found out about my depression.
I though I would stop cutting, but I really feel very guilty for some reason. I feel like I smother her. If I didn’t dive in too deep with her, if I didn’t fall so deeply into love with her, maybe she would still care for me. It’s my fault.

2/21/2014 11 comments