x_LilMess

Mine started really slow, and seem so to be getting worse as I get older. I started sometime in 5th grade. At first it started when my first boyfriend at the time did something pretty messed up. I stood outside and started to scratch myself with keys. Slowly as I got old it turned into cuts,burns, hitting myself. I also now have a very huge problem at picking at my skin without meaning too. I think that If you've never cut, Dont get started. Its a horrible coping problem and can only get worse.

With a touch to my skin, I feel it, It pulses through my body, Underneath my bones, Those words in my ear make me fall apart, Why can't I smile? or just push this embarrassment from the corner of my eyes, I'm in a box, with no escape from her eyes, She knows what I can't say but still pushes me to be her angel, I can't please you or give you what you want, I can't love who you need me to love, These doors are closed with a padded lock and chain, I'm screaming for the person underneath my skin to be out, wanting to be free I scratch the doors till my fingers bleed, I don't want to be stuck here, I don't want to be held back, If you touch me, If you just felt it, You'd know that underneath my skin, I'm only human.