I had to do it. No other choice. The suffering got too bad again. My vision twists and then rights itself. As I pull open the deskdrawer, my mouth opens slightly. I breathe in. The razor is cold in my hand, and my arm tingles as I place it next to the skin. It hovers… Continue reading Cutting
Tag: wrong way
This is me
I’m not suicidal, in fact I’m very scared of dying, just because I’m afraid of punishment. I’m always afraid that at any moment I’m alone, God will send a lighting bolt down to kill me. And, I’m always waiting for it. I’m always tormented by the thought of dying, but as long as I have… Continue reading This is me
Roses
Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.
Damn Father
Nothing I do is ever good enough for you Everything I say You always take it the wrong way I wish you could understand how much your love meant to me but now you’re gone and I have nothing to say
HIM
The pain and the tears came before i met himi was hurt, hit, and touched the wrong way but not by himhe thinks i’m mad at himhe thinks its all his faultthe bruises and scars were not left by himthey were brought by someone elsethese things all came to a hault once i met himnow… Continue reading HIM