Posted by speak5647 on 2015/07/23 under Uncategorized I don’t deserve to cry. I’m not worth it. I never will be. The only thing I deserve to do is to sit in my room and wonder. Wonder if life is REALLY worth living. Wonder why I was put in this world. Wonder what kind of sick joke this all is. Who knows really. Does anyone really have a good answer? No. No they don’t. You can tell me otherwise but all that is is you trying to convince yourself that maybe there is something good coming out of all this. Deep down you know there’s not and there never will be. I hate dragging that blade across my arm, but it has a bitter sweet sense to it. The stinging numbing it gives when the bright red blood drips out. The feeling being more alive it gives. The fact that you can actually feel pain for once instead of just having it all inside you. The blood carries it out of you. I wish I could stop feeling but at the same time wish I could feel more. I know none of this makes sense unless you’ve been through it yourself that’s just the most twisted part of it all really. If I was reading this before all of this I wouldn’t be able to understand. So don’t worry if you don’t it’s a good thing. Trust me.
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Hey! Do you need a hard d*** in your life instead of a sharp blade?
Hahahahahaha… No.