Pages & Paragraphs (ON HIATUS)

Ivory

I sat at my desk, my black marshmallow scented marker in my hand. I had to do this, for them. Well, it was mostly for me I suppose.

I let out a sigh. What was the point? They aren't even going to read it anyway.

"Set It Off, you guys mean the worl-"

I ripped the sheet out of my notebook. My handwriting sucked.

I gave up and sat against the wall. Everything I do sucks.

"Kill me slowly..." I murmured, banging the back of my head against the wall.

I got up quickly and started pacing around my room. My mind was still, yet my body was restless.

Warped Tour was in six days. Six fucking days!

I was doomed.

My steady mind slowly turned into a rhythm of destruction, too tempting to ignore.

Freak.

Failure.

Worthless.

Loser.

Selfish.

Hopeless.

Unloved.

Cut.

Cut.

Cut.

Cut.

Bleed.

Bleed Out.

Die.

They taunted me, and I tried to give in with everything I had. I took a pair of scissors off of the table where I made bracelets and started to scratch it across my skin. As hard as I tried, I never cut. I never bled.