I seem to have forgotten the meaning of friends.

I cant remember what its like the have some that care.

I wish someone would see the scars on my wrists and realize.

I wish someone would look in my eyes and see the pain im hidding.

I wish someone will see behind my smile.

The real reason for my tattoo was for pain. I want another one.

Just for pain. Its like cutting.

My body is aching for the needle to break skin.

My body is aching for the Razor blade to break my skin and make me bleed.

I want pills. Just because. Maybe they can take the numbness away.