ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT NOW!!!
Sitting here. Crying. Eyes bloodshot, crying for hours.
Hands shaking. It's all i can think about now. You know i
dont have the guts to do it. You know, and that's why you
do half the shit you do to me. My arm, now spotted and
smeared with dry blood. The smell of rubbing alcohol is
still in the air. There's something comforting about it.
I love it. I hate it. Just like you. The sharp sting
from my arm comforts me like nothing else can. Like
nothing else ever has. It's all i can think about now.
Probably wanted more than just about anything lately. I
know i never can. STUPID BITCH! IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU
LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SITS BACK AND
TAKES IT! MAYBE YOU DO DESERVE THIS! WHY THE FUCK ELSE
WOULD IT BE OKAY FOR HIM TO DO THIS?!?! Legs still swolen
and throbing. It's all i can think about now. Sitting
here in front of the computer. Hearing you in my
bedroom. Snoring. Sleeping. Nothing matters anymore.
All I can think about is killing myself...or even better,
you. CHICKEN SHIT BITCH!!! I'LL NEVER HAVE THE NERVE AND
YOU KNOW IT!!