by audrey Jun 24, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
The cutting will never end, although she has told her friends the cutting has stopped its just all pretend, she knows the razor will always be there in times of need, especially when she needs to spill her heart and let it bleed, the cuts that she made are beautiful and deep, they will always stay in her memories these scares she will keep, the first cut is still there, she remembers laying there wishing her life was in despair, she lays on the cold hard ground, watching the blood pour out not making a sound, with these red gashez, she knew that these were a few of her gorgeous razor lashez, she looks at these cuts on her arms, this was revenge just part of her charm, the razor was consuming her mind, body, and soul, down this path she took this toll, now this cutting was her favorite thing to do, all because her dreams never came true... |