Ever just sat in your room and held the razor close to your skin?
Every slit consists of a painful memory that once made you the happiest person in the world.
What about the burn marks on your thigh? The heat against your skin is nothing close to your burning sorrow and passion.
You try to escape every memory, thinking that inviting these boys over would help you feel loved again.
But the truth is, you're just broken, bleeding, burning, and still not feeling the love you once thought would last forever.