the fighters.....
my cuts...i stoped but...........
i feel like it still bleeding and .....
i still want to cut............
i swear i ask 4 help....
i swear no can hear me.........
i swear the cut..... it feel like
...it lefts the pain.....
they scarem to me thats its bad......
.......but i remember the feeling...
....i remember the how the feeling of thoes fight and the fighs of my love'ed....
...or shold i say distan love ones r...
...i stay in my room...
...as if it was a black hole that i cannot escape from...
...and as if i don't want to eascape from...
...my black hole...
..my baby brid nest..
..my eascape from the fighter...
..so called family....
...they fight and ight and fightttttttttttttt!..
..as if it was a boxing ring....
...inside my room feels as safe as i can get...
..some anyone but the figherts A-K-A my freacking family...
....tell me i can.. tell me i shold ... tell me i could do C-U-T again..
..unless u want me to feel pain and lone...
...unless u want me to remember and feel that..
..that happiness of the pain gone away...
...plz anyone help me...
...someone anyone!!!
get me any from the fighters...
i am not one of them..
and i never will be one...
little miss lonely girl Community Member 
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