Not having you kills me,
Just like the slits on my wrist.

Abusers always try to make you think its your fault you are being abused.

Physical pain can be seen and treated, whereas emotional pain is something no one but you can feel; maybe thats why we cut.

I'm dieing on the inside and no one knows but me; but when I slide the razor across my skin and the blood starts to flow, suddenly you care. The only reason you care is because when ppl see my scars it makes you look like a bad mother.

I've always been there to clean up your mess, maybe someday when you push me to far, you'll have to clean up my bloody mess.

You take me for granted now, but when I'm gone you'll soon realize I was the only thing that kept you alive.

My body and my mind could use a few moments of oblivion.

Why me?

I'm going to give you what you've always wanted, REAL PAIN.

The Carver/ Niptuck

I'm sorry!