Wow, I haven’t written a blog in a really, REALLY long time. Sorry about that. Anyway, the real point of this blog.
You can’t always be strong.
Tonight’s where I lost it.
My strenght failed me, I fell into tears, and my old ways.
I couldn’t take this never ending pain, that’s constantly eating away at me.
II lost the fight.
The fight between myself and my emotion.
The fight between myself and my pain.
The fight between myself and my blade.
I have no idea how long I can keep this up…
“Why’d you do that?” Or, “How could you do that?” Questions we get asked all the time if people see our scars, or cuts, or markings of any sort, and they’ve figured out the truth. So, what do you tell them? Spill the beans? Or just make up some story, “Oh, um, long story, and you would only get it if you’ve done this” kind of thing?
I just tell people that I’m overwhelmed, cover myself, and walk away.
But, how are you supposed to deal with that? I mean, no one really would understand unless they’ve self-injured.