# I look at my arms and I feel bad. You want me to stop. I love you, so I'm trying.
# You of all people make me happy and stabilize me. I'm glad I have you in my life.
# My depression is turning around. Thank-you so much.
# I am glad I met you.


Where would I end up...And I could take this razor And hold it up to my wrist But wouldn't you notice? Wouldn't you see the scars? I could cover myself in red And cry up at the stars Because my wishes won't come true No my dear, they never ever do. I'll welcome my old crimson friend With open arms, and an open heart Just plaster my pale skin And slow my hearts pace Do you think that would be enough To get me out of this place? And maybe I could write you a poem With a huge explanation As to why I did what I did Would you be shocked and confused? Or filled witWhere would I end up...


I am not okayShe collapsed on her bed, tears streaming down her face. Black stained eyes and her heart tearing apart. She reached for the silver razor on her desk, rolled up her sleeve, and sliced deep. Blood began to flow, her wrist now stained with a horrifyingly beautiful crimson. Salty tears pouring down her face as she kept cutting. Her fist clenched, she was loosing feeling in her hand. Her vains were pulsing and the cut was releasing more blood. She tossed the razor, and bent over clutching her stomach. Crying in agony, she felt like she was going to vomit. She'd never been in so much pain, she didn't understand.I am not okay
No one knew her arm wa


Let's match our sweatersLet's match our sweaters to our shoes, and dance the night away to rhythm and blues. Let's lay together in the grass, and watch the clouds as they pass. Maybe one will come and take us away, to a lovely, bright, sun-shiney place. Let's discuss baked goods,Let's match our sweaters
and all the "we will" and "we should"s. Any maybe we will. And maybe we should. Maybe we can. Maybe we could. But for now let me lay in your arms, and forget all the dangers and harms. The ones yet to come. The ones yet to come.
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