My truthful statement

Drip, drop... Down the drain. Tub full of blood from my veins. Watch me close. Don't leave me alone. if you do , ill be far too gone. ill sign your name to my wrist. busting every damn vein that wanted to touch your finger tips. YES! Watch me close.Don't leave me ...ALONE!

Everytime I'm mad or depressed. i pant a picture of red to the tips...upon my arm as my canvas and this razor as my brush. But even thought a painting may be beautiful. The artist sometimes wants to hide his/or her masterpiece from the world.

Dont committe me. i beg of you ...PLEASE! I'm getting better. Just look and see. all scars no new. i urge myself to be true. because there is no reason to make a permanent decision for a temporary problem.