my whole life has been. running with the wind. and playing with the cowards. it’s so hard to see. i’m fractured within. a poet in a window. we’re bastards and thieves. we’re lovers and saints. we’re holding on to mourning. and in the shadows i will be. until the sunlight melts away. until we tire of murder...fill me up with love...say goodbye when you leave. remember to breath. remember to listen. it’s getting harder to be. the son you want of me. the son i’ll never be.
I'm 17 now (almost 18 :]) and I first remember trying to cut myself at 3.
Last edited by Terray : 05-01-2008 at 08:04 AM.
Reason: Holy hell. That's almost 15 years.
Sometimes, you have to try more than once.
Alice came to a fork in the road
"Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "It doesn't matter."
I'm 19 and have been SI'ing regularily since I was about 15. Although as of right now I've been SI free for about four months. The longest I've ever gone without it.
I'm 18 and started cutting 2 years ago before that used to scratch myself or bump in to things and can remeber pulling out my hair/eyelashes/eyebrow when i was upset from about 6-9
RYL Family: crazykat is my stalker, trailsofpain is my guard dog, tonightXweXfall is my psycho mouse, Red is my irkin invader, Mechangel is my muffin thief, rageagainstthemachine is my beloved sister, DeadIrishD is my banana cream pie, scaredofme is my cheesecake of perpetual lovelyness, binkydonkey is my pie
