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It's better to cry from the eyes
Than from the veins
But only the blood
Can ease this pain
Is it bad if I laugh uncontrolably at the sight of my own blood?
It's important to spell well using paper and pen, but it's more important when using razors and skin.
He did that to me. It was his fault, not mine. So why is it that I'm angrier at myself than at him?
They say that I'm a good person. Either they're lying, or they don't know me at all.
I know you're just trying to help, but your guilt trips just drive me further into my self destruction.
Am I even alive?
I can't really tell.
I'm still just trapped in my own little hell.
I have a razor in my room
And thoughts that are all full of gloom.
I grab the razor
Make a fist
And start to decorate my wrist.
My stomach growls.
It makes me smile.
I'll stay away from food a while.
A slower death than knives and pills,
But starvation also kills.