Dedicated to a friend of mine ..
I love you no matter how crazy you are babe girl . <3
The cool surface of the blade slips across skin.
It's that sweet relief that I crave; the separation of skin, the outflow of all that stress, and the after pain along with the taste is just a bonus.
'You're such a freak' some may say , but the truth and reality is ; yes I know I'm a freak and I am free to admit it . You don't like it ? Well then you might as well get out of my face .
You know that old saying ? 'Don't mock it till you try it.'
Well I used to view this the same way .
It disgusted me that people would actually consider the pain, well now that I started myself I have realized that the hurt is all the pain and torture between those nights where you find your favorite sharpest object .
Still think I'm a freak ? Well then I suggest that you stop reading now.
Like everyone says 'never judge a book by it's cover.'
I guess I can be taken into that example.
At school I've always been known as the happy yet silent girl.
'Its the quiet ones you need to watch out for.' This is true too .
I should never be left a lone cause as soon as I leave a packed room that gorgeous fake smile, that I hold and prepare so well, slips away and I'm back to my depressed staged.
Now I know what you're all thinking :
Is this the part where we learn why she's depressed ?
Does she kill herself ?
Why did the chicken cross the road ?
Well no , I didn't kill my self and I why I am always depressed will only be revealed to the one person I truly trust .
Will I stop this madness ? No probably not , but it's the only relief I have and the taste and pain make me so happy .
Little weird ? Try very , but I guess we're all a little crazy in some ways ....
