I only did it twice then stopped but I did it one more time last week. I haven’t done it since but hey, it’s only been a week. It feels like my body is starting to make me do it. I don’t know, it’s a weird sick feeling that seems to take over your body. It’s a need, I need the knife I need to see the blood, there’s no other way. I want to stop and I’ll try but when I get home I’ll cut. I can’t take everything thats happening and there’s no other way.
I tried to stop. Really. I ended up making 50 slashes above my hip that night I only took a safety-pin out today I just stared at it then put it back, hope nothing else happens today.
Tonight I cried for you I lied for you and now I’ll die for you for all you put me through.