bella-chan16

Self-mutilation, my only sanction. No feeling of elation, There's no way to function. Cut once, cut twice. Just another slice. Yes, it's my vice, but it's just a small price. Thrash into my skin, yes I know, it's a sin. But all of the feelings within is where it all begins. The blood is my tears, out comes the feelings from all these years, to this pain I adhere, there are too many things to fear. I cover up my scars, lock my heart in a jar, and reach for the stars, but I know this world will never be ours.