Crying.
But my tears just won't come.
Screaming.
But my mouth refuses to open.
Murdering.
But I can't take the guilt that brings.
Cutting.
But I can't bring myself to get up and go get my blade.
Cutting.
But I can't, I don't wish to.
Cutting.
But it will be the end of me.
Cutting.
Because its all I can think of.
Cutting.
I feel as though I deserve to die.
Something is wrong me and I need help... No?
I need.. I.. I don't know what I need and I want to just die.
Disappear.
I feel like writing a letter, leaving it on my parents bed, taking my blade, closing the bathroom door and letting my warm crimson blood stain the white tiles..
And the tears fall. So I do have some after all.
And my heart shatters. So I do feel after all.... But my mind....I am so pained so.... Impossible... So cold.. As if I am dead...
.... Please, help... Please fix me, fix my mind. Let me prove them all wrong.. All the bullies and the monsters.. All the talkers.. I wann be strong..
But also... I feel like...
Cutting,
So deep......
