A cut for everyday I am alone
I don't know if I've ever really felt remorse for my actions until last night, when I thought about all the times I hurt you. I realized that I am a bad person, and realized that I have no one here to help me. Everyone is giving up on me and it hurts. I've pushed my friends away, now I must run away to a new place. To start over, to mend. My arm only has so much skin to cut open.