why do you keep popping up in my life in so many diffrent shapes?once i think i do good and stop you before you get serious some other idea flashes in my brain to try and im back to where i started. i can't get help with out talking about you. dam* it your making it hard to be a good person. i don't want to be this way forever but i'm scared. it's all your fault.
You go away leave me and I'm happy then when I'm weak you come back and hurt me again, your a coward you prey on the helpless and hurt, I may not have beaten you yet but I will one day, no matter how many times you break me down.
Accept the things to which fate binds you,and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.
I wanna love you,
But something's pulling me away from you
Freedom is my Virtue
And cutting is the demon I cling to
I cling to.
I'm Just a bloody Fool, oh baby, it's so cruel
But I'm still in love with you, baby
I'm just a bloody Fool, oh baby, it's so cruel
But I'm still in love with you, baby
Thank you self harm for being a crutch for me when I was weak and troubled. You gave me the ability to live my life even if it was a miserable one and I will always remember you for that. I survived because of you. However, I no longer need you and I can now function on my own. I am now able to live as myself, my beautiful, well fed, injury free, healthy self. I will never forget you but I am glad to be gone of you. I will make it to my 2 month mark because of MY strength and MY ability to fight. I am amazing.
I know you're not gone. I can still feel your sickly sweet breath on the nape of my neck. I just don't know when you're gonna pounce again. This time, could I at least have a bit of warning first?
Pretty please??
Last edited by TomiJoseph : 02-09-2011 at 11:12 PM.
Reason: Not good enough
Let's make a thousand mistakes. We'll never learn..
Meine Haut ist mir zu eng, ich kann nicht atmen.
Meine Venen liegen offen. Langsam wird mir klar
Die Hölle ist so nah...
I love you, I hate you. I want you in my life, I want you out. You are my enemy, my friend. My contradiction and confusion. You are every other thought that comes to my mind.
If it wasn't for you, I would have already been dead. Though with you now, I'm slowly killing myself in a new way.
I don't know if I want to give you up right now, as much as I know that I need to
"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
