Finding relief on a razor blade yet again.
One cut for every time I've been called worthless, fat, stupid, a slut. One for every time you shut me out, for every time you hurt me. The physical pain heals my emotional pain. The blood makes me feel alive. The scars that are left afterwards are a constant reminder to myself and others of my constant suffering. And by the end of the night, I'm laying in a pool of blood with a smile and dead eyes. Well it looks like after all this time, you won.
[it's not that good, but oh well]
