crossroadphase

I tried so hard to convince myself of your words. 
I really wish I could have known better.

So I'm back to where I was.
From the start.
Just with more scars.

Honestly, I've never felt better cutting my arms.
I'd be glad if the blade could go so much deeper.

You know, my pain?
You don't.

I just wish things could be right again. 

Never did I have a Christmas to look forward to.

I could paint fake scars on another body,
and I could create real ones on my own.

I really tried.
I really did.

You're so afraid she cries,
do you know how my tears flow more freely.

Maybe that's why it really means nothing to anyone.