I think its fair to say, I don't take failure very well, I just get all these feelings, that I know that I can't tell.
The world I live in isn't safe, not while I'm still here. You see I'm my own worst enemy and its me I've got to fear.
The pain mounts up so I have to get it out, but I'm not like other people,
I cant scream and shout.
Then I take over and I get that moments rest, and again my bleeding arms are proof I didn't pass the test.
Again the guilt sets in along with all the shame, until very soon the cycle starts again.
I know you don't understand why I have to hurt myself, but I think that it prevents me from getting hurt by anyone else.
