Days upon days without the thought of seperating skin
One thought ,
One word ,
One memory is all it takes to bring you back to the tools that hold your happiness
As i slide the blade across my skin it holds memories of pain and pleasure ,
Satisfaction and guilt ,
Life and death.
The reminder of not being good enough for anyone
Is enough to make me cry ,
Even wish death upon myself.
Who would know that people are so wraped up in their own feelings ,
That they forgot they said "I love you" to a broken soul
If you have to remind them that your heart is fragile like a newborn baby ,
They dont deserve your love let alone you liking them.
Before you regret cutting ,
Take some time to think on the good memories you shared ,
And not the few bad ones , including the one that made you ...
Relapse.
~KiyaDior
