did it
16 months ago
I did it. I hurt people around me and everyone left me. Now I just stood up and here I am. I still have a few friends… but I lost the best one…he tried to do everything, but I kept doing what I did. I complained all the time, so he went away… Sometimes I still wanna slit my fuckin’ wrist. Sometimes I want to die so hard… Sometimes I feel I live in lie – that everything is alright now… and I miss my best friend so very much… I remind every little moment with him. But I keep on living. Now I’m singing, I stopped complaining, cutting. I’m killing all my pain inside of me, and nobody knows what I really feel… But I don’t regret what I did. Even if I hate the scars on my wrist.
