Status: who knows where we will go...
Can You Save Me Now?
Alone
I sit alone in my dimmed lit bedroom. None of my friends understand why. They don't know why I never invite them over or dress in short-shorts like they do, but I can understand why they don't understand because I don't talk about my past.
The attic, which serves as my bedroom is the only place I find comfort in this house any more, after...no, I'm still not ready to talk about that. I'm sitting on my bed, like everyday. Classical music plays gently in the beck ground and a razor in my hand, which is slicing open a shiny new cut on the upper part of my thighs and the lower half of my stomach.
I put the razor down and stare at the red as it pours forth from my body soaking into my underwear from my stomach and sliding down my leg and hits my bed. Nobody ever knew, but I had never met some one like you...
The attic, which serves as my bedroom is the only place I find comfort in this house any more, after...no, I'm still not ready to talk about that. I'm sitting on my bed, like everyday. Classical music plays gently in the beck ground and a razor in my hand, which is slicing open a shiny new cut on the upper part of my thighs and the lower half of my stomach.
I put the razor down and stare at the red as it pours forth from my body soaking into my underwear from my stomach and sliding down my leg and hits my bed. Nobody ever knew, but I had never met some one like you...