Somewhere In Neverland

All The Temptations

When people whisper hurtful things hurtful actions are sure to follow. Loving words can't make up for those that have struck deep in our hearts. We always remember those painful comments. Those little phrases that hurt us more then anything.

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Sticks and stones may break my bones but those scars will always fade.

Words will always stay with me until I leave one day.

I can chose to forget them or dwell upon them in sorrow.

Or I can chose to hold them close everyday after tomorrow.

Those words will always stay with me until I chose to go.

But from this day forth I will remember them and only I shall know.

The sorrow will be kept inside every single hour.

Until I chose to let it out In a way that's truly sour.

The slashes I make in my skin will symbolize those words.

They will remind me of my hurtful journey, scaring me like knives and swords.

I can't escape this horrid trap, the hole I've dug myself.

And no one can ever save me no matter how much they try to help.

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These words stay with us longer then you think. Hurt us more then you think. We believe them more then you think.....

We tell ourselves these things must be true. That we can't change how horrid we are. That it only makes sense to remind ourselves how horrid we are. Then again we also only want our life back. We only want to be ourselves again. Empty our minds of these rude remarks.

These words make us feel like we aren't in control. We don't like not being in control. We hate it. When blade meets skin the pain is less then you think. Our minds have dulled so much that we can't comprehend emotional pain from physical pain. We like how we can control how much hurt we experience. For once we can control that.

After we have finished we miss the feeling. When the scars fade we want them back. I know it's weird to you but to us it makes perfect sense. The scars symbolize that we have been fighting a battle. A battle with society. A battle with ourselves. When they have gone we have no reminders. We need them back. We want them back. The temptation of the blade becomes too much.

We want it every second of every day. But we don't want the blade itself. We just want the feelings it gives us. How it makes us feel. We can't escape it. It's to strong and it always pulls us back in. Withdraw is even harder. You just don't understand. We want it. We need it. It's an addiction many can't escape. The blade taunts us each day. It tells us the words we want to hear. How it can help us. How it can make us feel better.

These temptations make it almost impossible to crawl out of the hole we've dug. These temptations just dig us deeper. There's no going back. These temptations always find us. These temptations never seem to fade with our scars. They never seem to go away. But truth is, we need them. We want them. Yes it's strange. But those temptations are the things balancing us between life and death. We hate them yet we love them. We crave them yet we want to throw them away. The real truth is that giving in digs us deeper. Staying strong promises a small chance of a brighter future. We want them. We need them. Temptations...