I did it again. I know I should try to stop but I needed it. I needed that feeling of release. I needed to breathe.
It was just 12 little lines down my arm. Nothing compared to the times before. But it meant everything.
She would have been 6 months old today. 6 months old.
I miss her. I miss my baby. I miss my best friend. I miss you.
I cut myself to feel something. To feel release.
I need help. Someone help.
~haunteddolleyes@yahoo.com