My wrist longs for the daily dose of pain. The only way that the emotions can truly reach my brain.
To once again thrust myself into the cycle of suffering never again having to wonder what trust will bring.
Another taste of betrayal perhaps? Or maybe more targeted attacks for others to claim were mishaps.
My wrists long for a daily dose of pain. The only way emotions can truly reach my brain.
I wish I knew what I wanted from this life, or rather that I wanted something other than to be free of strife.
To be free of the expectations placed in front of me, to be free of fake love finally.
My wrist longs for a daily dose of pain. The only way emotions can truly reach my brain.
Tossing and turning the waves of instability are the only constants in my minds ocean. Left to right with my blade is the only comforting motion.