I know I hurt my parents and my dignity when I cut, but I love the pain. It's the only thing that reminds me i'm alive. I know it's sick and wrong but to be honest, it feels right. It's like for a few minutes, i'm somebody again. My depression is not something I can just will away. I've tried. It's like my shadow that follows me, making every attempt at happiness hollow inside.
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1 Response Aug 20, 2014

Couldn't have said it better