morticiansdaughter01

  I know most of you probably won't care... but i need help... I stopped cutting in may of this year... i had a bad childhood and it finally got to me. i was teased and harrassed this year. i just broke. i couldn't do it anymore. i'm starting to wish i didn't give up in may. i counted the scars on my legs the other day and i had 33. my friends little brother said he didn't wanna be around someone with so many scars and then we got in an arguement and he said "at least i don't wanna kill myself" my parents thought i was doing it for attention and they won't get me help. i can't take it anymore. i just wanna give up. but i have people that i l

FALL: To be alone in the world. To feel nothingness. To fall. To fall into a world of nothings. The icy cold of death. The iced chill of being alone. Finally the feeling sinks in. And you realize that you aren't alone...        HOWL: He throws away the gloves and closes the cooler. A sudden chill creeps around the room. That chill that slowly sinks into your bones is one only from death. The mortician locks up and the coolers slowly open. The bodies arise. Some from a long sleep, others brand new..        PERFECT: There is no such thing as "perfect". Perfection is not possible. Everybody has some type of flaw. There ar

(memories)     The seething water scalding my skin, burning away awful memories that get thicker while my mind, my soul thin. These memories, taunting me. Screaming for me. They worsen once sleep captivates me. That is where they become real.        (untitled) His face, that awful sneer. That touch. Rough cracked hands. Places they shouldn't be exploring. Not with me. Promising that face, those hands. Not to expose the secret. The secret destroying innocence. Just a little child, not knowing the wrong of his secret.