Dear Katie,
I can't do this anymore. Honestly.
Blood, that's it. Even the small cuts don't help me anymore.
I need something more.
It's happening again.
This self-destruction. Only how long can I go this time before someone notices that something is wrong?
I'm proud?
I'm round that I've gone this long. That no one can see how messes up I am, how much I need help.
I don't want it.
I'm falling off the edge, only this time, I will make sure no one us there to catch me.
No one cares.
No one wants too.
I made the mistake of trusting.
It only brings a burden to the listener.
After all , who would want a girl with scars?
~Aria
