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I try to help but what a b***h,I'll go home tonight and make a cut,a little slit.A cut for every word they've ever said,When I don't show tomorrow the..
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I wear my hoody,to hide the trace of scars.Making a path,starting at my wrist,moving up my arm.When I run out of space,I'll switch hands.Starting a wh..
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wrote this when I was really down and out..
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some very vulgar language
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I dont know what to thinkMy thoughtsThey go away in a blinkNot a flashThat seems to shortButthey tend to drag onInto long blinksBlinks filled with dis..
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Razor Blade...slices my wrist.Oneflick at a timesurrounding skingoesnumb.Blood slides down my armever so slowly giving me the timeto realize what i've..
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I can't concentrate, can't even think.WhenI close my eyesAllI see is you.I can't control myself anymoremy hand takes over grabbingthe bladethat's been..
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I don't want to die, I don't do it for attention, I do it to cope. With all these high expectations, and a high sense of false hope. Looked down upon ..
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i had gotten in a fight with my "best friend" and realized I cared too much for him.
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I sit all alone.Outside my house,buried in a bank.Using this bankas a pillow,as a blanket,as a bed.In the middle of winterthe snow falls, the sun as w..
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