my mom finds a note,
brings back memories.
i made someone cry.
not just once, multiple times.
and i walked away like nothing happened?
pathetic. just pathetic.
she walked away scarred,
i walk away with nothing.
in an attempt to keep myself clean for a month,
i try something else.
burn yourself in the shower,
bash your head against a wall,
freeze yourself,
starve yourself,
hold your breath.
anything to cause myself pain.
torture, i have to torture myself.
so i can match the amount of pain everyone felt when i hurt them.
all their pain combined.
like bruiser.
he takes peoples pain, people he cares about.
put rubberbands on my arms, hoping they leave a mark.
i remember fox asked me why i wouldn't take them off.
"it's an alternative!"
why did i say that?
YOU ARE READING
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Randombasically my thoughts put into a little small story. school drama, but with fake names. stuff like that. other times it would just be rants and stuff. cover not mine! all of these will have FAKE names. if your name is on this, it's a misunderstandin...
