Maybe if my heart stops beating it wont hurt so much and then i wont have to answer to anyone ever again cause one day ill get tired of saying that everything's okay. So tell me why, Why should I stay alive? why would anyone miss me? and most of all, Why should I care? Caring only got me broken and scared up. My mind and heart is more scared than my wrist and legs, and ive wondered how i havent broke from how many scars i have consumed. My scars wont ever fade or change. Im tired of fighting a losing battle, and i just wanna go home. I wish i couldnt feel or love becuase its hurting me so much little by little. And just like that I die each day trying to prove myself worthy of everything. I miss the feeling of a blade slicing up my skin, and the sting i get from the hot water falling down onto me, the blood slowly washing away in a mixture of red and clear.
