"I know something about yourself; something that you don't know. Something, that if you knew it, you would deny it, deny it, and keep denying it until it's too late to ignore. And then.... you'll die...."-Sam Gold-fictional character from a movie.
Do you really think I need medications?
I wonder if people ever think something like "does he miss me?" or not.... Is it just me?
I'm not really sure of anything.... My intuition is afraid of judging, and my feelings are afraid of staying inside of me- afraid of exploding into a bloody bathtub...
Cutting is not helping at all...
Cutting was supposed to stay as a scar for a while and teach me not to think about death; death is not for us to decide and control it.
I don't know what hurts me more; is it the cut on my hand or the cut on my heart.
Scars...
I'm filled with numerous scars all over me; all over my heart, my mind, my soul....
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Letters To Nobody
Cerita PendekWhen you need to talk to someone, but noone's there for you. When you want to let it all out, to scream till the words dry out...To let everyone hear your plead to save you, to wake you up from this endless nightmare.. When you want to die, to end y...
