by Liz Apr 6, 2006
category :
Dark, fantasy /
unexplained
The cuts, the scars, they bleed on with time. I stopped cutting but the hurt makes them worse. I look down at my arms, my legs, anything, and it flashes me back in time. The time when my life was hell. When I was tortured by society, looked upon like I was some freak, and hated because I was different. The cuts, the scars, they bleed on with time..... |