xGreenling
November 11th, 2008, 02:43 PM
It's been two years since I last cut.
It had been two years.
My record is broken. Four slim dark cuts on my wrist.
They don't even hurt.
I was having a panic attack, and the razor was waiting for me, filling me with soft music, spilling it out. I guess I've known for a few weeks I was going to start cutting again. It's this school - I can't handle it here.
So I'm back here with you, sweet lady razorblade. Betwixt you and starvation, madness and the thin white lines. I can't handle it, but you can.
And it seems you will.
It had been two years.
My record is broken. Four slim dark cuts on my wrist.
They don't even hurt.
I was having a panic attack, and the razor was waiting for me, filling me with soft music, spilling it out. I guess I've known for a few weeks I was going to start cutting again. It's this school - I can't handle it here.
So I'm back here with you, sweet lady razorblade. Betwixt you and starvation, madness and the thin white lines. I can't handle it, but you can.
And it seems you will.