Feeling your skin break
As you cut deeper into the layers of imperfect meat
Feeling warm tears stream down your cheeks
Sobbing for the 10th time that day
Feeling the bottle in your hand
Clenching your hand around it hard
Not wanting to ever let go
Pretending that with every tear you cry, the bottle refills and your just some random happy girl in the world that never had a suicidal thought.
It's sad knowing that the only time you ever "feel" is when your cutting, crying, or drinking... and there's not a damn thing you can do about it because you are no longer you.. you were numb for just a little to long and now .. now your just another nothing (:
