this.
this cutting.
dont you dare say i do it for attention.
i would never hurt myself for nothing but
that..
trust me.
cutting is how i feel
everything around me.
it takes the ease off of everything.
its my drug. my friend. my
everything..
it actually feels gooood..
so, dont you freaking say i do it for
attention,
when it just helps my pain.
in the
middle of the night,
she cries,
she cries in her silence,
the scariest cry,
shes shameful,
she wants to die,
noone will let her,
let her story be told,
of how her soul was ruined,
her heart is no longer gold,
the words that hurt her,
annoy her, destroy her,
the words cut so deep,
she cuts herself,
according to how she feels,
because of your cuts,
she loses her sleep,
her heart has sunk deep,
deep in her chest,
she wants to lay her head,
let her just rest,
let her go,
please let her go,
let her go home,
if there really even is a god,
she wonders why,
oh why would he do this?
let her heart hurt this much,
why why why would he do this.?
this girl is me,
shy, & once sweet,
curly blonde hair,
beautiful eyes,
but hates herself,
hates herself because of the words,
she is now filled with hatred,
the words she has heard now sit in her mind,
she now believes them,
& cuts again, & again,
noone even realizes anymore,
they think shes fine,
this girl is me. THINGSISHOULDHAVESAID.JUSTBREATHING.
yeah i dont physically cut anymore,
but its an infection of the mind,
me?
yeah, i still say im fine.<3
I have
gave LIFE
a chance to get better.
& in a way it has.
but, in many, things are the same.
Everyday, i still feel like i shouldnt be here anymore.
everyone is always puting me down.
tearing my feelings apart.
i feel like going somewhere.
TO HEAVEN.
But, i know its not my
time.
so, i will wait.
i just pray that i wont hurt myself anymore when things
getbetter.
if they do get better.
i hope to give this life another chance.
like i always do.