Now I carry a blade with me and cut the outside of my wrist
I'm obsessed with American Horror Story
I have very few real friends
My family seems as if it completely hates me
Now I cry myself to sleep asleep every night
I'm much quieter
I write, and write, and write
I'm not myself anymore
My own body disgusts me
My stomach grows than contracts than grows again
My thigh gap is weird
My arms are scrawny
I feel like everyone is going to leave me
Just walkout the door and never look back
Today I showed my scars
At the pool
When I got home I added to the scars
I added to the pain and tears
Music is my best friend
I feel so alone in this world
Why does it feel like everyone hates me?
My life is falling apart
Its just crumbling down around me
Just cracking and falling to the ground
I've been cutting for almost a full month
Every cut gets bigger and deeper
It still stings when I cut
When the blade breaks my skin
Good thing my sweater is black
The blood was just flowing out earlier
Not a lot of blood lost though
I'm just glad the blood can't stain my sweater sleeves
Now I wait
I wait for a miracle
I wait for a chance
I wait…
