Blood is thicker than water, right? Although that is true,it doesn't always mean,blood sticks with you. Sometimes water is the safer option.
Then again,I like keeping things to myself, and I don't trust anyone. People may think I do,but I don't. And even if I were to say so,it would be a lie. Everyone lies, atleast once in their life time. I have never met anyone who doesn't lie. But,then again,some people are so innocent they don't even know the word lie.
When I was a child,I remember clearly,that my brother took a pipe,and hit me in the face with it. As I cried out,my brother just stared,at me in shock. Then he claimed it was an accident,and that his really sorry. I was quite confused,and put my hand on my face,then looked at my hand. Blood! Me being a child at the time, cried even more after seeing the blood. My,brother then dropped the pipe,and ran inside calling my mom. My mom, was then dragged out by my brother,and when she saw me,shock washed over her face. She ran towards me,and examined my face,with her eyes. She then saw the pipe. And,looked at my brother. My brother,was trying to convince my mom,that I was the one,who played with the pipe,then accidentally hit myself. My mother obviously didn't but that crap,and my brother got into alot of trouble. My mom cleaned my face up,and my nose, had a big cut on it, including my lip. And the one on my nose is now faded,but the one on my lip,still remains. Even today.
The other day,i had been going on a walk,when I saw this little store, across the street. Me being curios,went to check the store out. The store had almost everything in it,it was a bit shocking for a little store. It's prices was also really cheap. But- the thing that caught my attention was the monora blades. I went over and, examined it. I then asked the guy,who was behind the cash register,how much it was. He said that it was R4! That's really cheap. I grabbed a few and paid for it. When I got home,and put it into a little box filled,with blades,box cutters and other sharp things. That box was my SH (self harm) box. The first time I started SH, I promised myself,just one cut. Then it's done. But it ended up becoming addictive,a habit, in fact. I always say I quit,but I never really quit,I just say I do.
One,cut everytime life,feels bad.
Is what I always tell myself.
