I know I shouldn't. Really I do, but when everything is suddenly out of control, it's the one thing I still have power over. When people steal my freedom, my secrets, when everything loved, everything I hated is pulled away, and the pain in my heart is just overwhelming, this is the pain I can control. I can push, push past my limits. When I don't want to cry, instead of tears from my eyes, it's blood from my skin All that hurts, everything I once had sits there. Sits in a drop of glistening crimson blood from my skin. As it leaves me, so do the memories, so does the dreaful throb of empty holes. And then, I am at peace. And I know that in the end, things will work out for me. The blood on my razor is a promise. A promise I won't go down so easily. It's a new secret. One they can never take away.
Love,
TBC
Love,
TBC
