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.