As i cut myself deeper and deeper it feels that all my problems go away but they don't and i gain more then before!
I'm reminded off them from the scar's that are left on parts of my body that i keep in the dark away from the outside world. Day in day out a new cut is born. As i run the blade over my fleash i can't but help think am i responsible for the wrong doings in life?
For i'm judged by the blade that lays in my hand and i'm always found guilty!
Don't know what i was thinkin!
Oops! Sorry. That mad shouldn't be in the corner. I must've accidentally clicked it. My apologies.
I know how your friend feels. I've cut my self and none of my friends expected it. At all. My condolences to her.
This is quite lovely...
the only one judging you is you
Very true! But im afraid the poem is not about me! Its about one of my best friends who told us that she use to cut herself! it kind of spooked me out!
why did it 'spook you out'?
because the girl that did it i didn't expect to do it! I would of expected it from any of my other friends but not her!
sadness has a way of attacking that you never quite see until it's too late
surpose! its still scary how sum 1 can just start hackenin away at them selves bcos they're sad!
but why scarey? because you can't imagine it? yeah it hurts, but if there's a pain that can't get out in words, it's going to get out somewhere else. it's scarier when people fight, or drink, or...
Very well said