~just live~

~just live~

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she feels her hands tense up as the blade playfully dances across her skin. they don’t become serious yet, as if they are testing the strength of this barrier. who knows what caused this war against body and mind, but then again who cares. finally the mind wins over and the war begins. there is always the calm before the storm, little lines like cat scratches. but then the mind presents it’s second attack. the blade traces a few simple letters across her skin. she thought of the blood in the artistic way. how pretty of a shade of red it is, and how beautiful it would look all over these sterile white walls. she goes to create something beautiful out of the seeping mess, but realises that would make her seem even more insane. painting her wrists with her own blood. but wasnt that what she was doing in the first place? that same nostalgic and sweaty feeling overcomes her. she glances at the few letters carved now into her arm. and the same question plays over in her head.
why?

foreverdepressedteen:

So true.

thecatlad-y:

It feels as if the feelings I felt when I first made this post have become stronger than ever before.

teenagedisaster08:

rainydayandapotoftea:

05.2013

This brought tears to my eyes

aiela:

thanks :)