Every Single Night...

... I hear the blades calling my name.

"give in!"

Im not giving in...at least not now.

I stare at my bare arms, perfect. Not even a scratch. Why do i loathe that?
I should be happy right? four months without cutting.

Why do i want it soo bad but at the same time just cant.
fourteenbluebirds fourteenbluebirds
13-15, F
Dec 5, 2011