Do you lean close into the mirror and just cry?
Do you cut yourself, just hoping to relieve any ounce of pain in your life?
Do you remember each and every stroke of the blade as you run your fingers over the scars the next day?
Do you even remember why?
That rush of pain that you needed so quickly and you weren't rash enough to give a valid reason.
Do you fall asleep at night and become saddened at the thought you might wake up in the morning?
Do you hate yourself so much that you can't pass by a mirror without thinking the words:
I hate you.
Do you watch the blood run down your arm and not even bother to wipe it away?
Do you re-open old wounds to relieve yourself of the pain you've been wanting all day?
Do you long for the cut, when you sit in class while everyone laughs and lives?
Do you hide your blades in a bag along with your feelings?
Well guess what?
I do. |
Submission Name: i do.
