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It's like once you've been hurt
You're so scared to get attached again
You have this fear that every person you start to fall for
Is eventually going to break your heart She began to cry,
just crying.
The deep and ugly kind,
the kind you lose yourself in,
thanking God
no one has to see
how rubbed and blotched
your face becomes
though some detached part
of you also wishes
there were someone
to see you now,
to see
and understand
how sad
you are at heart.
They don't see it
and of course
you would never
show them. I was trying to cut myself. I wanted to cut for the cut itself, for the delicate servering of capillaries, the transgression of veins. I needed to cut like the way your lungs scream for air when you swim the entire length of the pool underwater in one breath. It was a craving so organic it seemed to have arisen from the skin itself. Imagining the sticky-slick scarlet trails of my own blood soothed me. - "Skin Game" by Caroline Kettlewell Fucking coward
Does it make you feel
Big and strong to watch her
Cry out and bleed? so look at her and stare into her eyes,
can you even tell she is the girl who cries?
can you tell shes the one who cant sleep at night,
maybe she needs to be held so tight.
maybe shes sad and maybe shes hurt,
all because she was treated like dirt. death report:
due to her pain,
she put a bullet in her brain,
the size of the one we found in her heart I'm just a fucked up girl
Living a fucked up life
In a fucked up world
With a fucking knife.
Welcome to my world;;
Where being me is never enough she hasn't smiled much lately
& she doesnt know why. as we lay together, I turn away, afraid that you'll see the tears that are about to form in my eyes. you ask if anything's wrong. I smile, I kiss you, and tell you that I'm fine but I can't stop thinking about how much I'll miss you when you leave again. Every day, every fucking day, you swing open the fridge door, thinking: You pitiful little bitch. Fucking cow. Greedy pig. All day, your stomach pinches and spits up its bile. You sway when you walk. You begin to get cold again. And you never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.
- from "wasted" Razorblade;; That's what i call love. I bet you pick it up and mess around with it. If i put it down, it gets extremely complicated... anything to forget everything. COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE! | 
