Dice Posted May 3, 2015 Report Share Posted May 3, 2015 In a room full of people we know... Even more lonely than usual...Looking around at their faces...Seeing their smiles, Hearing them laughing...knowing how yours is just a mask... Finding it hard to be there...Sinking more and more into yourself...Longing to be back home... Alone with just your razor... As cutting is the only escape... For these minutes each time...Slicing over newly healed scars... Releasing the pressure from your head...Then BANG...The fuckers are back, Even worse than before... No where to break free... So you go back and cut somewhere else...Round and round we fucking go... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kara. Posted May 4, 2015 Report Share Posted May 4, 2015 (((Dice))) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dice Posted May 5, 2015 Author Report Share Posted May 5, 2015 Thanks for the hugs Kara... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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