i want to cut ;
and i want to scar.
i want to feel something other than numb.
i have broken too many promises, and kept too many
secrets.
blu tack
saved my life ,
as well as you.
mainly you.
i was on the verge of death.
there was nothing to live for,
nothing to hope for,
just a blank canvas,
a stupid life.
a wasted life.
a boring life.
a plan to end it,
a plan to leave a world that apparently hated me.
i couldn't bare breathing;
i couldn't stand living.
i wanted it all ended.
i was right on the edge.
the edge of life or death.
life is always the better choice,
but at the time;
life was the worst.
i don't want pity, for anyone that actually read
this;
i just really needed to vent.
anyone i tell this too would flip.
and probably kill me for even thinking it.
so this was really my only other option!
in the choice of life or death ;
i chose life, and part of me regrets
it.
❤