Welcome to my emptyness.

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&tonight ive really had enough , i done fussing.. caring.. pretending to myself that everything is perfect.. ive lost all trust in everything but one thing. including myself. &tonight ill give in. To the only thing left i trust to make me happy , my blade. 

&id never admit to you , but it still hurts.. &it still makes me feel sick knowing you’ve made love to someone else.. to her…. &its all i think about when i lay alone with my blade harvesting my blood. ..