Thursday, 5 September 2013
Those who have forgotten me, fear not as I've forgotten myself.
I will leave you this evening with a small tale.
Each day I drive past my primary school that I attended. 7 years I spent there. I dream about still attending and of buildings that no longer exist, only to my memory. So I drive past and think of the young innocent me. How I knew I was different but different that I would play with anyone. That child with energy and confidence and full of fun. How could I let her die? I've buried her and I don't know where.
Now I look at myself and think I never saw this life coming. This life of self harm, cutting yourself so deep your fat layer is exposed, multiple stitches needed. Th more you cut, the more stitches the more scars the more that little innocent girl dies. I have no one to blame but myself. I can't commit suicide because really I am already dead.