in a world of never ending darkness one light prevails. it was just false hope. no no don’t give me your sorrys.
that will do no good. so leave go. don’t give me your pitty. your face will not haunt me. only your words. your face has no meaning. simply something to identify you. your words your words are what matter. “don’t leave me. don’t cut your own flesh. please don’t do it.” you say as the crimson blood spills to the floor splatering as it hits. you yell at the top of your lounges “no don’t cut your self. cut me….cut my flesh.. sever my hope. don’t do this.” fuck you they yell as the warm tears run down your cheek. you see that no one can help as you grab a razor and sink it in to yourself. your tears fade with your life. die in anguish. live no life. die in never ending pain. severed from the world.
I can relate to the whole cutting thing. Only I feel like an impersonater. Really, there is no reason to anything. Just blood, I can’t even feel the pain anymore
It gave me chills… I use to cut my self also.. I was so embarresed when some one saw the cuts… But I felt it was the only way I knew to release the pain… But I fell in love and found the pain not so bad any longer..
ditto. the only thing that scares me now is someone finding out.