sick, yet personal post...
this was on some goth girl lj hahahahahahahhaah
The sharp pain of the razor blade across my wrist feels so good to me. It is my only answer. My only way to see things clearly. The only thing I can hold on to, that will give me the satisfaction of pain that won't eventually lead to death. I don't want to die. I just want to see the blood run from my skin as the razor blade splits it apart. I want it to take away my tears, my worries, my fears... everything starts to make sense as soon as those little droplets of blood poor from the cuts. I love the feeling. It's my escape - my addiction. It is what I can turn to that can make me smile, make me satisfied and proud of myself. Something I can belong to that represents my pain. An expression and a way to unleash the demons inside. Cutting hurts, but it saves my life.
LOL THOSE COMMENWTSW ARE SO FUNNI
The sharp pain of the razor blade across my wrist feels so good to me. It is my only answer. My only way to see things clearly. The only thing I can hold on to, that will give me the satisfaction of pain that won't eventually lead to death. I don't want to die. I just want to see the blood run from my skin as the razor blade splits it apart. I want it to take away my tears, my worries, my fears... everything starts to make sense as soon as those little droplets of blood poor from the cuts. I love the feeling. It's my escape - my addiction. It is what I can turn to that can make me smile, make me satisfied and proud of myself. Something I can belong to that represents my pain. An expression and a way to unleash the demons inside. Cutting hurts, but it saves my life.
LOL THOSE COMMENWTSW ARE SO FUNNI