I'm dying inside.
The demos are screaming and scratching.
Since I stopped the cutting, its gotten worse.
I can never sleep. Its 4:54am, haven't slept a minute.
The blade is right next to my bed.
My scars still sit on my arm.
I can't wait for Summer to be over, so I can cut again.……
So I can feel releived again.
And not worry as much.
Not be as scared and stressed and sad.
But I must wait…….
Wait for the Fall.
Where its aspropriate to wear long sleeves.
And be inside…… alone.
Where the leaves fall, and the wind blows.
For now…. I must wait.
Patiently, for the cold to return.
