There is no beginning or end to what I need to write about. In fact, there is no "about"...I just need to write. It's been so long that I feel bottled up. The longer that I don't touch base with what's going on in my head, the further away I get...the more I isolate, the less I want to talk...or write...or see anyone.
This is me going down, exhausted and ashamed...looking for punishment, wanting to cut. I think about it, read about it. I breathe it in and out. I want to be left alone to my sick thoughts and my blades.
This is me asking for help because I should...not because I want to.
"The Race belongs not to the swift; but to those who keep on running . . . "
ReplyDeleteSometimes, I just need to come up for air.
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