Sep 2014
I'm terrified
Counting down the hours
The minutes
The seconds
Until you tell her
What I've been doing
20 hours
25 minutes
14 seconds...
Until the end of my life
When my mom will know
What's under my shirt
She'll see the marks
And the crusted blood
And never look at me again
In now just
20 hours
23 minutes
and 57 seconds
I'm so ******* *******...
Counting down the hours
The minutes
The seconds
Until you tell her
What I've been doing
20 hours
25 minutes
14 seconds...
Until the end of my life
When my mom will know
What's under my shirt
She'll see the marks
And the crusted blood
And never look at me again
In now just
20 hours
23 minutes
and 57 seconds
I'm so ******* *******...
You think you're safe, but you really aren't. In less than a day, a friend is going to have a conversation with my mom and me about my cutting, and what to do about it. I can already hear the yelling...
(PA)
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