[A/N: March 2014. To those I consider my friends... You want honesty? This is what I feel. ]
My lips are now bleeding. My nails I still kept biting. The urge kept on growing. I don’t know how this I’ll be stopping.
These things I have foreseen.I know they’ll do these too within their skin,
but I was stupid like I’ve always been, so forgive me if again I’ll be unclean.
Nothing you’ll ever say will make me feel better, it will only get my eyes wetter.
Again, just like most days, I relapse, because depression in me wraps.
I’ll forever put in me, all the blames. And never will I ever get out from these flames.
