bleeding on the inside, crying on the out.
I'm sat here waiting, trying to distract from something i know i'll do. My arm, begiing me to add more. My razor in my pocket screaming at me for it to be used. Its killing me, its all i think about day in day out. I've self harmed for about a year now, started off scratching but i decided i needed more. I cut, almost every night and still do. The pain of walking into my room and knowing its waiting for me..Waiting for me to do it. My time is worthless, my life is worthless. It's dead, gone.
Story shared: 25/03/2011 22:50:51

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