Daily Thoughts of Mine
I will never fight for someones attention, either I have it or I don't.
But you promised them you'd stop.
If you haven't noticed the scars on my hips, or the fake smile on my lips, or the forced laugh that i've adopted, or the way I don't care about things I used to love, then don't you dare stand at my grave and cry. How can you cry for someone that you don't even know?
We all get addicted to something that takes away the pain.
But who would love someone who cuts themselves.
Things I hate about cutting: How it doesn't feel like a bad idea
My scars are awards for your harmful words and my death is the trophy. Congratulations, I hope you know that you won.
Its hard to keep a secret when its written all over your body.
I'm afraid to tell you how bad it is.
I'm afraid of what I'm doing to myself but I can't seem to stop.
How can I save everyone from this if I can't save myself.
I always look at peoples wrists.
