You wanna know the truth?
It hurts.. It hurts like hell.. It feels like a thousands knives just stabbing into my chest
And I'm too scared to tell you..
I'm too scared to ask for help. I'm too scared to tell you I've been breaking down every night.
The memories are killing me..
I remember everything that I did wrong, everything that made me cry.. I remember that night.. The night I made my first cut
My first cut hurt..
But I guess I got used to the pain.. I could never tell you that I still think about starting that again.. I know how mad you would be..
I blame myself for everything bad that has happened
It's my fault we never talk.. Its my fault my best friend hates me.. Its my fault..
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for everything..