Do you know what it's like to not be able to look at a sharp object without thinking of the pain it could give you?
To slightly press your nails into your skin when you feel anxious?
Just urning for a blade?
Maybe bleach?
Just something relieving.
I know.
I can't go one day without thinking of the razor.
I feel like my senses are high and ready when I hear scissors cutting paper.
Wonder what they'd be like cutting my skin ..
I don't want this mind you know.
It's just the way I think.
Some may call me crazy or* emo
*But I'm jut Destinee.
Looking for a way to feel something.
Wanting the reminder that I am a human being and I can still feel.
Can't I ..?

They say,
you can't hold the whole world at once,
but, once he's in my arms,
that fact becomes myth.

What if
     I
turn out to be
    one
who sees