Jan 2016
My sweet old friend,
How I miss you more each day.
You were always there,
When no one knew my pain.
You promised me pleasure,
With just one price to pay.
You didn't want to be forgotten,
For you were my hero each night and day.
So now I bare these scars, for the whole world to see.
How I miss you more each day.
You were always there,
When no one knew my pain.
You promised me pleasure,
With just one price to pay.
You didn't want to be forgotten,
For you were my hero each night and day.
So now I bare these scars, for the whole world to see.
1/19/2016
I wrote this describing my struggle with self harm. It's easy to start, but it's hard to quit when you rely on one form of pain to control another.
I wrote this describing my struggle with self harm. It's easy to start, but it's hard to quit when you rely on one form of pain to control another.
