I do it so much i don't know when to stop anymore. Maybe when the blood has rushed on the floor while my mom screams at my locked door and curses to the lord. Or maybe when my friends cry to me when i do it on the phone with them. Telling me it hurts them too. Maybe when i do it cause i have nothing to do. When i go to school wearing long sleeves all the time and wristbands that cover it up for the blind. But for the rest that see through it they don't even care they say o well who gives a hell he's stupid he won't change. Maybe it's time to stop when you wear a sweater in gym to cover up all the hymns on the wrist every asks me wheres the old friend that i miss. i don't know he's there somewhere underneath all the bloodstained towels that went the trash and the people who don't even ask. Maybe it is time to stop...
