
.. for cutting..
what are my reason.. of wanting to cut my own fless?
How even i’m destructive with my own body, i can’t destroy my entire life.
Is like playing with suicide…you know.. not actually die.. but pretend i might one day, stare at the blood, Somehow, thats the only way i like myself, bleeding, that scarlet color really suits me. Blood really covers all my defects, i can be pretty for one moment, i can punish myself for being myself, i can cry without trying to flow tears from my eyes after they have totally dried., . That itching feeling when your clothes touch your skin after cut .. *sigh* i so miss it.
How come people want me to stop it, its not like smoking, it won’t give my cancer, it makes me feel better.
But still, admiting that i do it, makes me feel weak, and when people see my cuttings, the flesh ones, makes me feel, like unprotected, like i were naked, they can see my weakness, they will see that i can’t face life as they do, that i’m weak,.
I hate me.. i hate me i hate me, so proly thats the main reason i feel like hurting myself.
I like to cut and all, but i hate how is that thought is like 89% [or more] of the time in my head, i’m always thinking of it, …ALWAYS in my head, remembering the feeling, the smell of it, its color, its sensation… i can’t stop..
I’m staring at my arm at this moment, i see the scars, i hate people to see them, but i want more, i want more deeps one, i want to cover all my arm, my legs.. i have even feel the urge to cut my face but i havent’ do it.
I haven’t do it in like 2 weeks and i can’t hold it, but i can’t cut cuz there is nothing sharp in this damn house, its 3 am and i can’t sleep.
July 1, 2008
Categories: Self Harming . Tags: cutting . Author: bluemptysoul . Comments: Leave a Comment