Five months is a lot when you count how long ago you dragged a blade across your skin. I have not felt that release I used to feel for a while now. I have relapsed a few times, but not enough for enough pain to cover up my pain.
I hide myself from everyone, including myself. I do not open up to anyone anymore. I pretend to be fine, when in reality I just want a hug. I got help, but I'm just getting worse. They all say that I'm finally getting better, but little do they know I'm just getting better at hiding my pain.
I want someone to see that I'm not ok. I want someone to tell me it is going to be ok. I want that person. Please come quickly... My time is running out.
Am I okay?
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
Five months is a lot when you count how long ago you dragged a blade across your skin. I have not felt that release I used to feel for a while now. I have relapsed a few times, but not enough for enough pain to cover up my pain.
I hide myself from everyone, including myself. I do not open up to anyone anymore. I pretend to be fine, when in reality I just want a hug. I got help, but I'm just getting worse. They all say that I'm finally getting better, but little do they know I'm just getting better at hiding my pain.
I want someone to see that I'm not ok. I want someone to tell me it is going to be ok. I want that person. Please come quickly... My time is running out.
Am I okay?
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