Sometimes I feel like if I could just break away, run as far and as fast as I could, I would be alright. But, no matter how far I go, or how fast I run, I will never break free of myself. That is what it is like for me. Every day. Sometimes I feel like I have too much blood in my veins and I’m about to burst. Like an over-full water balloon.
I cut when I’m happy, angry, frustrated, sad, bored, edgy, silly, whatever.
I don’t know how to free myself from this prison inside me. Locked behind bars of my own creation.
I’m twenty-four years old, I have a boyfriend, a job, a future, scars and fresh wounds.