“You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.”
We couldn`t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
When I stopped cutting it was only because I could afford to,because the need for it had apparently run its natural course,like the fever the body mounts to fight off infection,that subsides when the danger is past*
These cuts run deep,these scars are permanent and always on display this makes things difficult for me*
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
Everyone is sleeping while she remains awake and leaves reminders on her body of how much she hates herself