January 2011
58 posts
I’ll draw you a picture, A picture with a twist, I’ll draw it with a razor blade, I’ll draw it on my wrist….
The blade slips across, no longer do i feel the pain. As i look down my floor stained, with the pain of the past, they do not know, how bad it hurt so long and slow. I plan to keep it that way, because the pain never goes away. It will not help for others to cry as i slowly prepare to die.
one small slice across the soft flesh. That’s all it took. one cut, then another, then another, then several more. Such a sweet release. It’s like a long-lost friend.
Oh, sweet, sweet boyfriend. You are quite amazing.
“You are the only one to reside in my heart”
Ellen Babygirl.
I love you.
I am so content with my life right now.
