Have you ever had a small child ride on your lap in a car because there isn't enough room?
I'm in a car
Everyone around me is happy
They think I'm better
They think I'm fine
But they don't know
They don't know I relapsed
They don't know there is cuts on my legs
They don't know I'm probably bleeding because of the kid on my lap
My mind is slowly slipping back into darkness
And I'm going back to how it was
Just as the pieces were coming back together, they're slowly falling apart all over again
I'm bleeding bruised and broken
All I can think about is putting a razor to my skin
-JT
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De Todorandom thoughts from my depressed suicidal brain This is my way of coping. I'm learning to rant on wattpad instead of cut, binge purge...etc. Also, most of the time when I'm writing this stuff I'm upset and have no regard for spelling and grammar ch...
