I'm so over this. I wake up wanting to die. I Wait for when my mom leaves.
When she leaves I cry.. and cry. Until I can't take it and grab my razor.
I glide the razor across my pale skin to leave a mark to show how many times I fucked up.
1 cut, 2cut 3cut 4 Oh, darling, what's one more ?
I cut.. and cut to feel numb. To feel alive. But just because I'm alive doesn't mean I'm living .
