Today, after 2 years of holding back, I dug a razor blade into my flesh again.
It felt so relieving.
It felt so nice.
The blood slowly dripping as tears dropped from my face.
I need you back here baby girl, next to me.
I don't want to live here.
Everyone hates me here and I don't belong here. I belong where you are.
As I dug the razor into my flesh all I could think about was "If I pushed this in deep enough, I could join her."
Yours truly, Kookie.