Why does cutting hurt so much but yet it feels so so good.

All i want is to be happy but i dont know how to be.

Dont judge me because of my scars because one of these days ill be living amoung the stars

Living life but barly living. it wasnt my choice to be breathin

Love is like fire. The more you feed it the bigger it gets but forget to feed it and it could die.

When ever i look at my arms. all i see is proof that my heart has cried.

People says its bad to cut but what if thats the only time you feel?!? then is it wrong?

Pian, misery, and hate.
is this our only fate?

To live to die
to die to live
the choice is yours

Hate to love. love to hate. whats wrong with me?