How is it that just 1 stupid person can cause me 2 carve so many scars into my skin? just 1 stupid person can make me feel so empty inside...

Its been a year since i last touched my small blade, but once again my hands itch to hold it, my skin yearns to feel it, & my blood wishes to be set free...

Red slides down her wrist, leaving streaks of orange. clear runs down her cheeks, leaving bright green eyes. her body slides down the wall, leaving dark shadows of death.

She finds it ironic as she puts the blade to her wrist, that you dont even realize that it isnt the knife biting and tearing at her skin- but your own words biting and tearing her heart...

Sometimes i wonder what it would have been like if i hadnt moved from that town.. would we still be friends? more than friends? or would we have just drifted apart? sometimes i wonder... && sometimes.. i miss you..