I need to keep strong...I can't bleed at work... efffff it how can I hide my razors from myself without letting anybody else know??? why am i so goshdarn weak?
*Yours Truly* posted a quote
September 24, 2014 12:28am UTC
*A friend and I talking about razors* Me: Yeah my new razors are so sharp. I cut two of my nails that caught on it, and my knees. Her: What are these? Satan's razors? Me: LOL yes. "Silk Touch: by Satan." Me: "Sinfully Smooth" Her: THIS SHOULD BE A THING. Me: That was so brilliant. I should work in advertising. Her: We could be rich. Me: This is gonna happen.
Mandypandy posted a quote
December 2, 2013 7:31pm UTC
One day, scissors will be for paper again. One day, razors will be for shaving again. One day, cutting will be for art and crafts again. One day, sadness will be temporary again. One day, life will be fun again. One day... We will recover.
WantingTheEnd posted a quote
June 2, 2013 2:25pm UTC
When no one's home I sit and cry Pleading and begging just to die I open the drawer and find the box That I took away behind my socks No one knows about the razor I use So my skin I can cut and abuse I enter the ghastly bathroom to hide I sit in the corner and lose all my pride I shed my skin so very fast But the aching pain does not last I use the towel till it turns red One more slash and I'll be dead The blood flows and I fall to the floor Just as my parents walk through the door They shout my name but there's no reply They go upstairs and start to cry Seeing me laid at their feet Made their hearts skip a beat They screamed for me just to get up But in their eyes I could not look So breathless I could barely talk Let alone stand up and walk They quickly called nine nine nine It was caused by a fault of mine I told my mother I loved her so And if she loved me to let me go Laying in a hospital bed Knowing soon that I'd be dead I whispered to dad that I was sorry And assured them all not to worry My parents asked if I'd be okay But the doctor started to say With various tears in his eye "Your daughter is going to die".
where did it go... was the question i asked? the love you had... the way you looked? the reason why... she sit on the floor about to cry? the razor in hand... the blood on her knees? no ones helping... someone please? she goes in deeper... deeper then she should? only to find out... your love was no good? she scream out in pain... as one last drop? escapes her lips... maybe this is it?
I clench my fists, Making the healing scars, That continue on my wrists, tear open again. This'll do for now. Till I can get to my razors, And releve this, Pain... ^ScarsContinuedOnMyArms^