Soooo.. I know I'll snap soon. I can feel it. The voice telling me to go to the bathroom and search for the razorblades.
I don't want that. But, on the other hand, I see no options left. I start to think that no one will notice my pain and suffering other than through scars. I miss my friends so damn much. I'd like to tell them the tings running through me mind. I can't. They don't understand, they don't know, they're not there.
Everyday, things are going worse. Something inside of me dies.
I'm scared.
It's taking over me.
I'm not important enough. I'm not "friend" enough. I'm not loved. I'm worthless.
SuiiWantsB r a i n s · Sun May 10, 2009 @ 09:41pm · 0 Comments |