You think im happy and you think im alright
But you have never seen the blood fall from me at night

I put the blade to my wrist
its time to put an end to this
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I feel so cold and empty inside & its all because of you..

Im never cold
because the cold outside is never
a match to the freeze on my insides. :(

Dad; well dont be depressed.
girl; i'll try.

thoughts; WHAT THE HELL ITS NOT SOMETHING I CAN CHOOSE!?

For the first time in a long time i cut again
and for the first time in a long time i felt FREE

I've locked it up
and put it away
then hid the key.
didn't bother to make a map
no one would want it anyway

The blood spills,
I fall to the floor,
my last thought:
I can't take this anymore...

I hardly think before I press it to my palm
As I do this my facial expressions stays very calm
Afterwords I hate myself a little bit more
I wrap my bleeding wrists then I slam the door

-from my poem "control"

Mom: How long r u gonna wait 4 him 2 call?
me: I'm not waiting 4 him.
mom: okay goodnight

.....i'd wait forever.