Q U O T E S

T H I R T Y T H R E E

I want to scream

I want to cry

And I hate to admit it 

But I want to die

I want to stop this constant hurt

To stop the voices in my head

To never again get out bed

To stop cutting up my skin

Like it's paper

The blade a pen

But I'm an artist

And I can't quit

Every cut a step closer

To finish my artwork

And once I finish

The lines soon fade

Till little white lines

Are all that remain

And if I make a mistake

I cut and cut

Till blood covers up

Anything that I made

And then I'll start over

Onto a clean slate

And when the lines heal

I'll trace them sometimes

Remembering the story

That lays behind each line

By: Alex Bayes