I wrote this back in like, 6th grade, so no one worry about me. I'm fine. I'm very happy at the moment, actually. I just wanted to show how stupid I was back then. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Is it wrong, mom? To keep hurting myself? You keep the drugs on the counter. I'm addicted to pain. Is it wrong, mom? To keep cutting myself? The razor stares me in the face. Mom. You say you love me. You see the cuts on my arms. My legs. You see my blood splattered on the walls. The windows. Mom. Please help me.
Is it wrong, mom? To say that I hate myself? It doesn't hurt anymore. The pain. It just doesn't. Mom. Please. Help me. I can't die. Mom.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 01:21pm · 0 Comments |