Dead Wolf
I don’t know what to say. Just that it’s so hard to explain. You lose so many people because they just don’t understand the addiction you have developed. Pain is your coping method and there is something inside saying you don’t deserve any better. I’ve been abused emotionally and had the worst relationships with guys. Every time I think it’s different it turns out to be worse then ever. I have been considering suicide for the past year. I started when I was about thirteen, I’m now seventeen. My thighs take a lot of it, and my chest. My wrist shows scars of recent fights and downfalls. I’m shaking as I write this but I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I long to talk to someone, maybe it’s because I can’t cry anymore or maybe it’s just because I don’t know if you’re laughing at me. I don’t trust people. I tell myself daily not to love. There is just too much pain involved. My picture’s nothing but everything.
