Life should be getting better right? well thats what you all think but its not getting better, in fact its getting worse. I just wish that I had someone who I could call and they would come to me so I can talk and not self harm. everybody says "it will be okay" and "its going to get better I promise" and that's not all the truth but sometimes that's all I need to hear. I just need someone to hold me and tell me "its going to be okay I promise" but unfortunately I don't have that. all I have is music, and music is great and all but sometimes I need more then that. some days I think that cutting is the only way I can release me pain and sorrow and grief but I know that its not. I wright but wont tell anybody because I hide from mean comments and I hide my emotions because people wont care. I cut again today on my hips not deep but deep enough to get ride of my emotions it felt amazing to welcome back and watch the beautiful red pattern drip. it was amazing to held and welcome my true and only friend back into my life.... my razor. my razors will always be there for me when I have no one.
