
I cut myself,Tate. Why do I just can't say it to you ? When we moved to this house,when I met you .. You gave me reasons to be happy with. We were both attracted to darkness but you are always here to be my light. I used to feel like I'm dead Tate. I used to look at graveyards and think those who lay down in hard ground, they are the luckiest. They are dead Tate ! They can't feel. But you told me they care and they feel I don't really know why are you thinking that way but you showed me being alive is something we should grace on. I stopped cutting when I met you Tate. You are my angel. My suicidal Angel.All Rights Reserved