I hurt, I ache.
I think of all, I cannot take.
I cut myself. I feel the pain.
I feel the blood pour out my veins.
I have to feel it, feel the pain.
It tells me it's real, I'm still living in hell.
Hell...it is my life. I don't cut myself,
To end my pain. But, to feel the pain of my life.
I begin to cut, but I can't stop.
Next thing I know, the beating stops.
-Crissy-
January 26, 2006
I wrote this for a friend of mine in a feable attempt to learn more about how he felt.
