Are you ok
the words I hear all the time...
I don't cut to kill myself
I cut to live...
I remember thinking that when I was sixteen
I could break free from the abuse...
Leave me
Treat me like dirt...
Dark Red
Trickles...
The damge has been done now its an addiction. It...
Not caring if the blood gets everywhere. Not...
Once again i have done wrong, this happens often...
Blood is pouring
I am crying...
All my life I have felt alone
because no one has understood...
Tears run down like a razor blade,
The wind caresses my lips...
The pain of a broken heart is the worst of them...
you try to stand strong, but all u do is fall...
I accept the blame because you plead innocent.
All of my crying and helpless screams...