my only love is my blood running down my arms. i cut so deep today that no stitches could hide my pain. not this time.
i discovered that quickly swiping my razor over my skin leaves deep trenches that don't bleed for whole seconds.
i know i'm sick, i know i'm scary but this insanity is keeping me from completely losing it... if indeed, it's still there. which i am doubting more and more. i know i sound cliche. "oh, my crimson blood flows so free!" but no one has the right to tell me i'm crazy. only my therapist has that priveledge.
maybe someday i'll be pro self-injury... but i want to kill myself. i feel like someone needs to put me away before i hurt anyone else. or myself. ohh, god forbid, poor me. i feel like screaming, "somebody HELP ME!"
