hurtinginsideandout

 i hate it when people say:
"Don't cut, you're beautiful."
like,no.
being ugly is the least of my concerns.
[when the rest of my life is unbareable.]

He knows, Witty..
about the cuts.
hes trying to be supportive,
but i dont know how much longer it can go like this.
</3

i walk through the hallway
holding my wrists
hoping no one will see me like this
</3<3 

i dont hide my scars anymore.
i want them to see what they are doing to me.

my mom always told me that a spash of
red
in an outfit makes it better..
but she was the one who bought me bracelets
to cover my red cuts.

why can't i be that little girl
that my parents always wanted me to be?

i'll fake a smile
for you.
</3

i just want to be okay again.

Stop the world.
I wanna get off.