Jul 09, 2004 15:25
the cold razor cuts swiftly over her smooth skin. numb eyes watch the blood fall ever so slowly, staining the white porcelain . tired tears fall as her body convulses. The salty stains will eventually wash the blood away. "just an accident" she'll say. if someone asks, not that anyone will notice.
she doesnt cookie cut, the scars are uneven and haphazard. she won't self mutilate for show, and she never carves a name. she'll find other ways to grab your attention, and laugh away the one who compliments. she begs for help, its just that the apathetic world doesnt see.
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I try to see through your eyes, but you are easily mislead. I see the truth, you dont believe, and then you say, something is wrong with me.