Quotes~
*Almost all my life i've been frightened and afraid,I've been bestfriends with a razor blade with the fissure on my wrist.I've felt the edge of a knife,its bitter blade deep inside me**I had to know it now,how this blade would sing its own clean note upon my skin.Only once,I said to myself.Then only once more,because yes,how fine was the swift flicker of its passage.The perfect congress of skin and blade,and the elegant,industrail-age precision of the cut.Like the letting go of a long held breath,like the first deep draught of cool water on a parched throat*
*Such beautiful dignity is self abuse*
*It wasn't a suicide attempt,it was an escape from everything awful.When we cut,we're in control.We make our pain, and we can stop it whenever we want.Physical pain relieves mental anguish.For a brief moment,the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind,and when that stops and the other pain comes back, its weaker.Drugs do that too,and sex,But not like cutting.Nothing is like cutting*
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Happy b-day again
but i wanna ask ifI can borrow a little bit of gold