the-fickle-things

Her hands are clenched and shaking, Figures tight around the blade, Her wrist is bloody and throbbing, When four cuts she had made. She counted to one hundred, She starved to hold her breath, Counting as the number, Of cuts went up again. Tears streamed down her face, The blade dropped to the floor, Pulling down her sleeve, She couldn't take this anymore. She packed up all her things, She'd run away this time, When all these lies had followed her, She didn't give herself time. To think about the people, To think of where she'd go, When all she ever needed, Was just to let go. -Fey

Dear Kitty, I feel lovely. The only way to describe this feeling lovely. I have this smile plastered on my face ever since about 1am this morning. Talking to the boy from across the river... Me: I should go though Him: Can I tell you one thing first? Me: Ya sure Him: Talking to you has been the highlight of a lot of my nights since November Me: Can i tell you something? Him: mhmm Me: You never stop making me smile and I look forward to talking to you every night since November Him: :) Me: : ) Him: We gotta start talking in person lol Me: We do I'm glad that our goodbyes and good nights are only till tomorrow I don't know what I'd

Dear Kitty, I really need something to believe in right now. I have nothing right now, nothing to back me up nothing to make me want to get back up anymore I'm just laying here I've used everything I can. It's been getting harder for me to breath, literally I keep getting these pains in my chest as if I couldn't already feel my heart breaking but now I'm sort of breath too. It keeps getting better, sarcasm of course. My ribs hurt I can't hug anyone without feeling crushed, my ankle bleeds like crazy and I've had to wash my sheets TWICE in the past three days. Bruises cover my legs, my stomach my head is spinning I feel altogether broken and