The story I posted earlier "My Last Song..." really hit home with me. A little back ground info on that story, the girl, was I...except some one found me in time and I was rushed to the hospital. The boy, fake...I tried to end my life but one of my friends found me...im a cutter, or I used to be. I have stopped now, but not to long ago I would make my pain go away with crimson tears...I ware cuffs on my wrists all the time now...I don’t like people seeing the ragged slashes on my wrists, im ashamed of what I did...the bright red stripes on my wrists are only a reminder of my past and the pain I had...that I still have. And some times I wonder…what would have happened if no one had found me…
Nanake · Fri Dec 31, 2004 @ 02:10am · 0 Comments |