In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it
would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in
just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
I need to keep
strong...I can't bleed at work...
efffff it how can I hide my razors from myself
without letting anybody else know??? why am i so goshdarn
weak?
I
keep, going to the river to pray
I need, something that can wash out the pain
At most, I'm sleeping all these demons away
But your ghost
The ghost of you
It keeps me awake