Dear Self.
You really messed it up this time. And you're gonna pay. Real bad. You think last nights cuts were deep? You think the nights before were deep?! You just open your big mouth and say the first thing that comes to mind, and you're gonna pay for that. You hurt someone so close. And now they are. Gone. Forever. You thought cuts hurt?! Well wait until tonight, you are going to get it SO BAD. The cuts are never gonna stop, and you know why? Because she's gone, and real hurt too. The cuts won't stop until she comes back, and she's not going to. We both know that. I really hate you. so much. But now the blood flows like the tears; naturally. Your a really messed up person. You belong in an insane assylum. And the worst? You don't want to be helped. The most messed up thing about you is that you want to stay this way. WHY? Why do you want to stay this way? Everytime someone tries to help us, you shut down and you don't let them. You know what, you can just go. Go f*ck yourself and then die. Alone. Like you should be. Alone.
-scared_scarred