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the fight
As i lay awake in my bed looking up at the celing I think about cutting,
you might ask why i think about cutting,
This might not make sence but i would rather hurt my self
than thoese that have hurt me over the years.
though it has been several years sence i have cut.
the struggle is getting so much harder.
More and more, the people i know are becomeing happier,
falling in love, getting along, going somewhere special.
not me.
Even my family makes me feel alone and empty,
i always find things out last minute or never get invited,
Even when i do find out earlier,
i am better off in a corner and curled in to a ball.
for years i been fighting the urge
but its getting much much stronger
and i am getting more and more scared
as the days keep passing by.
I dont no what to do any more,
i keep asking my self is cutting the answer?
or pushing everyone away?
I am at a loss right now and have no odea what to do...
what about you?
