8.16.2015
My emotions feel just as dainty as
paper, Even though I want to be as strong as
steel --
I want to be f***ing unbreakable.
I'm overwhelmed with being hurt.
Scratching my arms and face open until I
bleed, has become an unconscious
tic -- I cut myself down when my family
already does that for me--
I stop getting angry at them, and
take it out on myself
instead. It doesn't make
sense. I unconsciously try to rip my own
face off because you unknowingly try
to make me
someone
else.
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