cutedisaster-x

Thanks yess, speaking from an ex of course..

The soft touch of the rough hand reaching out for mine, meaning in the feeling The hands of a worker, scars, bumps & scratches from the long hours, doing work for others. The hands of love, sending chills through a spine, with the magical touch against mine. Fitting perfectly with mine, our hands interlock, without a second thought, the world stops, until they fall apart. The soft touch of the rough hand, reaching out for hers, while mine, alone.

For me, I had never imagined cutting myself, I watched it on t.v and that was it. But at one time in my life everything got really hard, so much was going on, I had no way of handling it. I tried to talk to people, I tried to write my problems out, I tried going for walks, I tried everything and nothing worked so I resorted to cutting. I just sat there crying and I took it and started, I couldn't believe I had done it, It wasn't something I ever done, it was a different feeling. Now just trying to stop is what I need to do, I still have scars on my ankle, wrist and hip because of it that I have to hide everyday.