my first instinct

my razor blade is my lover. my teddy bear is my best friend. to bad my life is my enemy and all the pain doesnt end.

seeing my blood leaving my cuts i remember why all this started. You broke my heart and i couldnt stop. Now its instinct to do it when ever im hurt.

I cut my wrists...

i cut my legs...

i vut my hips..

and it all feels perfect.

then life goes on and all i get is bullshit. so i cut again and it all seems to disappear into the night.

one day ill die by my own knife and its all part of my messed up plight..