Today

by Tigger   Jan 13, 2005


Today is the same as all the others
Nothing is getting better, it never does.
I find my self completely emotionless.
Cutting up and down my wrists just to feel something, anything.
Sometimes I wish I could just forget everything and start over.
Or get the nerve to just cut deep enough, enough so I wouldn’t have to feel this way… ever again.
But no… it never happens! Why do I have to be so scared?
I want to die… but I don’t have the nerve..

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