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by emily mackay Nov 3, 2008 category : Life, society / other
I let the water from the shower fall as my eyes gentlely shut the boiling hot water drips over my raw skin cutFlashes of memorys cloud me from the past they seem to normally just go but these are here to lastMy mind is all over the place i smash the glass across my hand and the floor the anger and pain is inmanse im screaming for moreThe blade comes back to action it held tightly in my fist i look to cut the swollon skin a feeling unable to resistBlood dripping over my arm falling sliently to the ground no one can see the tears of hurt that are in me and they surroundNo one can see me inside some are afaird to ask becuase there worried if they do they might see the person behind the maskSoon as youhave a blade in your hand or scars over your skin people look at you different and dont realise the pain withinThey lable you and think it stupid and wrong but do they actually realise inside the person feels they dont belongDo they realise how people are damaged and how they cut to release the pain but no they think your just a self-harmer and your suddenly going insaneNo one can see the hurt no one can see the tears i cry no one can see the anger in me Would anyone realise if this was my goodbye.