Personal Experiences

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It doesn't hurt as much as it does her heart. Its not as frustrating as her brain. Its torture. She feels the blood rushing down her arm. Its the only way to control this uncontrollable pain inside. After every cut she gets more disappointed with herself. She keeps breaking this promise. Time after time she can't learn how much its dangerous. Time after time she keeps disappointing her friends. She feels worthless. She feels like a waste of space. Cliché to say, but she feels darkness. She can't stop this. She only tells one person. But even then she can tell he's disappointed. She wishes it were easier. She knows there are people out there with worse lives then her. But she can't help but think, that her life

Is a living nightmare.