When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out
Have you ever sat up at night, And just let your barrier down? Brick by brick. I've sat in silence and cried.. Plenty of times. I've let it defeat me, Made me think I'm worthless, I let the burden of my thoughts get to me. Like safety pins and razors..
I regret it, Now I've got the scars.. They remind me.. Of how the scarlet red trickled down my skin. I regret the pleasure it gave me, How I felt I needed it to happen.
I regret that I let my family and friends.. Down. Discover. Drown in pain. All because.. I let the anxiety and wretchedness reach me. I let it control me.. The pain, The pleasure. It gave me peace.
Makes me cringe.
The thoughts I think. Overtake me sometimes, Sometimes.. I like to go back. To the feelings, To The way it was cold against my skin.
Sometimes.. I think I'm good enough to stop. But something reminds me. I'm not..