No one cares about what I need or what I want. They just take what they can from me, without regard to returning any help. I am scared, anxiety filled, and feeling alone. I cut myself for the first time in almost a year. At the moment, I got that temporary release, that adrenaline high. But now I feel ashamed, and I lie awake feeling empty, guilt, and cut off from anyone who loves me. Blood on my arm and the mild sting of the razor blade. Along with the more pronounced sting of rejection.
I though things had changed & I was FINALLY able to see light, but it passed, slowing only to give me some parcels of advice. So I lay here alone, blood on my arm, and tear stained streaks running down my cheeks. God what I wouldn't give for a hug, some love & understanding.
I though things had changed & I was FINALLY able to see light, but it passed, slowing only to give me some parcels of advice. So I lay here alone, blood on my arm, and tear stained streaks running down my cheeks. God what I wouldn't give for a hug, some love & understanding.
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