January 2012
December 2011
Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I...
Times are tough... And things will only get...
When I'm hurt I have the tendency of pulling away...
Sometimes things are just too broken.
The Fight by slicemywrist
And the struggle is so long Day has yet to break I’m tired of the fight I’m tired of the wait. It’s neverending I don’t give up easily, yet once again I find my hope dwindling I’m not sure how to rekindle it. Everything SEEMS fine, yet nothing is okay. Everything is not what you think, and none of you understand. My situation has always by...
Sometimes the warm rush of blood from self-inflicted wounds serves to be a comfort, a familiar sight. As the blood flows, the troubles do as well. As if the more the blood falls, or the deeper the cuts, the more peace you feel within yourself.
The feeling of not being accepted by some of my...
That feeling that I'll never be good enough.
This constant hurting....
