Copyright, Nessa

I only feel pain. Pain in my heart. I want to black out that pain with another pain. It’s like I don’t know anything else to do but when I cut I cry because I hate it and I want to stop but I can’t help myself. After I cut I have nothing else but pain, tears and hate. But everybody keeps on pushing me closer to the edge and I just need something to hold myself on. I need those scars because I need the memories. But nobody can understand me. I’m all alone in this world. Keep on ignoring me and keep on playing me. And one day I won’t be here anymore.


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