One more cut

Abandoned

I scream at the top of my lungs and all you do is watch my pain coexist with my body language. No one understands the pain I feel every single day. I went to rehab for this addiction but I thought I got better. Apparently not. It's all I think about its all I want. To sit there and bleed out all the feelings I bottle up inside. I want it so bad and everyday it like seeps under my skin and creeps up on me and attacks me when I am least expecting it to. I am imprisoned by this feeling, this thought, this action but I know it's not the best thing for me.

I am broken in half and I am shattered by the judgemental comments. I am no longer you shadow rather your victim. I am a survivor and you will not hurt me anymore. I love myself and I don't love you so get over it and find someone else to suck onto your little whole of doom. Sorry bout it! But I have escaped from you no longer will you hurt me.

Just one cut can easily take your pain away but one cut can easily take everything that surrounds your happiness away. Find a use for your pain and coexist with your inner beauty.
RECOVERY "cause it could get ugly before it gets beautiful"