I look around
looking to see if anybody is watching;
Quickly I pulled up my sleeve; I looked down and simply
whispered this insanity needs to stop, but why? it's my way
at getting back for what they've done.. what they all have
done.
Then I look back down shrug my shoulders and act like nothing was
ever wrong...
I must be stronger than ever right?
Wrong.
I lie more than ever, I hurt people I care about, but most of all
i've become something I thought i would never
become.
This isn't like me, never had cussed, never had lied and look at
me now, pretending to be strong when all I want to do is
cry..
I pull back up my sleeve, one more time it won't
hurt..right? Just one more time and then I'll stop,
right?
*part of a short story im going to write; i
needed to save it somewhere.
*no im not a cutter.. the girl in my story is. horrible right?
ughh.
don't hate it please just ignore.