GreyxRainbow
August 1st, 2009, 08:41 AM
Over the few weeks, this question has been flying around trough my mind. Who cares anyway? Who cares if I make a few cuts more? Who cares if I bleed to death? Who really cares, deep in their hearts? Surely not my 'friends'. Not my family, they won't notice me being sad. Not anybody else I know.
Besides, I don't care about this all. I like the pain, I like the blood, I like the wounds, I like what I'm doing to myself. Then why do I take it away by trying to stop self harm?
Yeah, try to hurt me, you can't hurt me any more than I already do. Try to leave me, you can't leave me any more than my sanity already does. Try to stop me, you can't try any harder than my mind does. But the feelings inside of me, they won't be stopped. They can't be stopped.
I wish I could say I don't care, believing and meaning it to the fulliest, so I can just let the pain hit me, let the blood flow out of me and let my last breath escape. But I cannot. Somewhere hidden deep inside of me, there is this part that still believes I can survive. This part of me that believes in me, that I can win this battle against myself and the razor. This part of me that keeps me going, even when I don't want to. This part of me that makes me feel just a bit better. Is it sanity? Is it love? Is it hope? I don't know.
I do know that there are people who do care about me, about my life and who don't want me to die. I just don't believe it. I know that there are people who love me and try to help me. I don't believe it, but why? Because I don't want to believe it? I think that is it.
But still, even though I know that there are people who care, I still keep asking myself this one question: Who cares anyway?
I'm sorry for the massive rant, but I had to get it out of me.
Besides, I don't care about this all. I like the pain, I like the blood, I like the wounds, I like what I'm doing to myself. Then why do I take it away by trying to stop self harm?
Yeah, try to hurt me, you can't hurt me any more than I already do. Try to leave me, you can't leave me any more than my sanity already does. Try to stop me, you can't try any harder than my mind does. But the feelings inside of me, they won't be stopped. They can't be stopped.
I wish I could say I don't care, believing and meaning it to the fulliest, so I can just let the pain hit me, let the blood flow out of me and let my last breath escape. But I cannot. Somewhere hidden deep inside of me, there is this part that still believes I can survive. This part of me that believes in me, that I can win this battle against myself and the razor. This part of me that keeps me going, even when I don't want to. This part of me that makes me feel just a bit better. Is it sanity? Is it love? Is it hope? I don't know.
I do know that there are people who do care about me, about my life and who don't want me to die. I just don't believe it. I know that there are people who love me and try to help me. I don't believe it, but why? Because I don't want to believe it? I think that is it.
But still, even though I know that there are people who care, I still keep asking myself this one question: Who cares anyway?
I'm sorry for the massive rant, but I had to get it out of me.