06-25-2012, 05:57 AM
I am proud. It's been at least a month, if not longer, since my last cut and it's been almost a week since I've had an urge. But I'm scared where most people would be happy and excited. I'm starting high school in a few months, I've been moved into the Elite Division of my swim team... Good right? Yeah... High school, no, I've failed many of my classes in nineth grade trying to control myself. How am I going to cope in high school? It's much harder... The Elite Division on my swim team... Yay... no, I'm terrified, I'm not like most people I do not push myself hard, a push lightly and slowly. I will not strain my body so I can be number one. But I will be number one, but without strain. My coaches will yell and yell but I won't change... That has nothing to do with why I'm posting...
I'm posting because I'm proud and the world is slowing down and quietting which means I'm about to go under... Metaphorically speaking. I can feel it swelling inside, taking it cold and remorseless hands and gripping me... Squeezing me... But I'll try and remain strong. After all who loves a cutter? Who loves the depressed kid who can't doing anything but go to swim practice every day and watch tv? Who loves the kid who only wants to talk about his feelings because they build up so fast even though he has no way of expressing them? So wants the kid who hates everyone because he feels robbed of one of life's greatest gifts, a childhood? He loves the kid who grew up to fast because they had no choice? Who loves the kid who can't talk about his feelings, not because he wants to act strong but because he's afraid that people will judge him.
I feel nothing but the bitter cold sweat of my very existance trying to keep everything else at bay. No one wants the kid who is so far gone that they can hardly register emotion as a concern. Who wants the kid who doesn't care what you feel because he's to busy making sure he doesn't come crashing down and do something stupid when he gets home and alone. I do believe life will get better... But I do believe it won't be any time soon.
To curl up and slide under the covers
To get warm but still so cold
The body held by stress
The mind by guilt
The heart by pain
To look in your eyes
To see only the sparkling seas
Crashing upon the golden sands
I can't live like this
Hold me one last time
Before it all comes to a tragic end
Now I am broken
Still shivering
To scream
To have no one hear you is a fate I wish upon no one
To cry
To have no hear you and to have no one wipe your tears away
Eveloped by Darkness
To have it all stop... At last
I'm posting because I'm proud and the world is slowing down and quietting which means I'm about to go under... Metaphorically speaking. I can feel it swelling inside, taking it cold and remorseless hands and gripping me... Squeezing me... But I'll try and remain strong. After all who loves a cutter? Who loves the depressed kid who can't doing anything but go to swim practice every day and watch tv? Who loves the kid who only wants to talk about his feelings because they build up so fast even though he has no way of expressing them? So wants the kid who hates everyone because he feels robbed of one of life's greatest gifts, a childhood? He loves the kid who grew up to fast because they had no choice? Who loves the kid who can't talk about his feelings, not because he wants to act strong but because he's afraid that people will judge him.
I feel nothing but the bitter cold sweat of my very existance trying to keep everything else at bay. No one wants the kid who is so far gone that they can hardly register emotion as a concern. Who wants the kid who doesn't care what you feel because he's to busy making sure he doesn't come crashing down and do something stupid when he gets home and alone. I do believe life will get better... But I do believe it won't be any time soon.
To curl up and slide under the covers
To get warm but still so cold
The body held by stress
The mind by guilt
The heart by pain
To look in your eyes
To see only the sparkling seas
Crashing upon the golden sands
I can't live like this
Hold me one last time
Before it all comes to a tragic end
Now I am broken
Still shivering
To scream
To have no one hear you is a fate I wish upon no one
To cry
To have no hear you and to have no one wipe your tears away
Eveloped by Darkness
To have it all stop... At last