All I need is one quick movement. The quick movement of a blade sliding across my wrist. My wrist that already has a million scars on it from years and tears past. I realized that crying is getting me no where. I can cry my eyes out but at the end of the day all that can relieve my pain is the feel of cold metal on my wrist. The feel of wet blood running down my arm. The thought of another scar. The thought of being alive and being able to escape the life I live. The thought of having a dry pillow at night because with a simple cut I can stop the waterfall. I can stop the pain. And only a few tears will escape from my eyes. Only a few screams will escape from my mouth. But I will escape from my thoughts. I will feel a way that crying never made me feel. Alive.
Ashlee Elizabeth Petrick
If you'll be my [Guitar Hero]
I'll be your [DDR queen]
 monkeybrains15 · Sun Jul 15, 2007 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |
