One hand on my razor blade
The other down my throat
They say it's all about control
And I don't know if they're right
But they sure as hell don't know what it's like
One hand on a glass of water
The other on a bag of pills
They say suicide's pure desperation
And they may be right
But they don't know what desperation is
Author notes
To be continued, I'm gonna finish it up later.
Just getting stuff out.
Please tell me what you think--or don't, because I don't much care.
Comments
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...wow
this is powerful. i really feel the-how you say-drive in this. very powerful indeed my dear. i very much enjoyed reading this. it reminds me of my days when that's all i did...cut, OD, plot, pity other people, because i knew they weren't strong enough to go through what i did. you, my love, are as strong as the come. i admire you defiance to the world, and i also admire you being unafraid to admit your flaws. that really takes balls, now a days. i'm so glad i read this, and i feel we have many, many things in common. i hope to hear from you soon.
x amy michelle-
P.S.-- not trying to intrude, but if you ever consider stopping cutting, give me a message. i'll be here for you...even if i am not online, i'll be here for you. if you just want to talk and shoot the sh*t, i'm here for you. hell, i'm here okay? lol.
talk to you soon.
xx
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