and nothing but.
we're all a little bloody and broken, aren't we? we all ask
oursleves why we cut, but the truth is... it's because we like
it. because we get a rush of power by watchng the blood flow down
the drain. it's the knowing that we are hurting and that we
cans top it anytime we chose. at least, that's what we
know.
but that's not the truth.
the truth is that we cut because we feel the need to let out the
screams bundled up inside. because we think we can bleed out
imperfections out. because there's something heartbreakingly
beautiful about the blood twining around our dimpled knees to drape
becomeingly on the floor. because we are hurting and we only think
we can stop it-- but we really can't. not really.
that's the harsh reality of truth.
full title: the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth