Haven't touched anything sharp in about a month.
Miss the pretty blade. It was my best friend.
Soothed the pain within.
The pain no one knew of.
All tho the pain lingers.
I regain from reaching for my pretty friend.
Popping pills to put me asleep for awhile.
Makes time go by faster.
When upset i tear thou my room like a druggie looking for crack.
Cant find what i want.
cu-rel up in a ball rocking back and forth.
Panic Attacks take hold gets hard to breath.
Reach for the bottle again "Lets sleep for awhile"
When will people wake and see there is a problem?.
I don't think ever.
Depression pounds her even deeper into the ground.
Lets sleep for awhile.
