Diary of me
Today is the second day.February 9th,2012
Last night I drew another 3 butterflies on my wrist and hip
And honestly,I don't know if they can stop me from cutting
The razor looks so beautiful
shiny,inviting
Ok,below is a poem I wrote:
Across her bed she lies
Around here neck,something is tied
Her wrist is red
Blood leaching on the her bed
A slit of her wrist
Her neck in a twist
And there lies the Girl that everyone saw smiling
But inside,she was dying