I’ve cried myself to sleep. It’s starting to hurt deep inside. Everything of yours I keep. I feel like I’m dying. You’re always mad at me and now I’m sad.
I’m so said it hurts. I guess the pain is just a rush for me. With every cut there’s a tear but I wipe it away with my sleeve and continue to cut away. I think of you all the time and try to figure out why you decided to leave. I thought we were friends, but that was just a lie like everything else you said to me. You said you would always be there for me. Well, where are you now? I’m sitting here dying and crying because of you. A few more slits and I’ll be done for now, but I know it won’t be the last time. I know I’ll do it again.