I sit in the dark everynight pull up my sleave and look down at my cold pale arm. i have tons of cuts some new some old. I go to get the razor blade i cut over and over untill my arm goes num. I cry from the pain but i love the way it feels. i love the feel of the warm red blood driping down my arm and the feel of the stinging cold air going into my skin to heal it, but i dont want it to heal. when and if it stops bleeding i cut again almost down to the bone, I want it to keep bleeding and i want the pain to last forever. If it only would. The next day i do the same thing i get home from school sit in the dark and cut. But this time i cut my vein and... [Read More]
Tags: Emo, Cut, Pain, SufferingHis name was andrew. he was soo perfect in every way. i was 13 and he was 12. we did some pretty bad lustful things together, i was in love, and didnt care. But after our one year anniversary everything started going down. He started getting aggressive. When he wanted me to stop or be quiet he'd hold the front of my neck and squeeze. People thought i was crazy for being with him, but love does things to people, ya know? well on March 18th, he broke up with me. I cried, and begged, and pleaded, but he never came back. I started to cut myself, which made my friends upset. he told me i was worthless. but i never let go. one day he was at the park and we went into the woods and one kiss turned into more, and those lustful things came back (im still... [Read More]
Tags: Heartbreak, Teen, Cut, Cry, Love