so the next time you see a girl and she looks as care free as the other guy.. think to yourself, are they truly happy are just a good actor?
Sunday, August 22, 2010
A lonely broken heart
Cutters... how many people when reading that the cuts on their body started burning. There is one simple question asked when this subject is brought up. Why? To be honest I don't think some of the people that cut themselves know that answer. Some people say it is just a habit they started long ago they want to stop but they just can't any more. Cutting is a addiction for them. Others say it is a release, a way to release all the stress they are feeling. They don't believe they can tell people the troubles there are having. Most people think people who cut are unhappy, dark, and quiet people. But there are others. I know a girl, she seems like the happiest girl in the world. She smiles constantly, she laughs with all her heart. But the one thing she never tells a soul. That is at night when all her friends are gone.. there is no one to act for. She is dying. She is dying for a hand to hold, someone to listen to all her worries and thoughts and not judge her for the way she thinks. She cries intil tears mean nothing to her. Then she has a idea. The first time she tries cutting she is to scared and it is even to shallow to bleed. But as the months pass they grow deeper. She likes the pain the razor makes when it goes across her skin. She feels better afterwards and cutting seems to mask all her other pains at least for the night so she can sleep better. She is a lost lonely soul. She goes on like this for many years. Sometimes she thinks she no longer needs the friend she has made in her razor and she gives it up. But it is only a matter of time before she is on her bed again crying and screaming for someone or something to listen. So she picks up her razor again.. I don't know what to tell her, all I do is be there for her. I know she still cuts and I am honored and yet burdened that she decided to share a little piece of her heart... her lonely broken heart.
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