Teach Me the Way of Sanity
This Ugly Habit of Mine
I look down and I see the blood gushing out of my ankle. A pain shoots through me from attempting to walk out of the bathroom. These are the moments I wish I never picked up this ugly habit. I keep telling myself all this does is leave these ugly scars on my body. But I've been cutting since (how long you want it to be).
I walk to my bed and sit down. I guess it's not bad to be alone. Theirs benefits like not having to care about people's bull shit, peeing with the door open, and if I were to ever really want to comment suicide I could. Ahh the benefits of being nineteen and living alone. I look down to see the blood is going through the bandage. Isnt that just fucking perfect. Blood stains on my white and black blanket. Well I guess more wrap will have to do. I walk towards the bathroom to put more wrap until I hear a knock at my door which is odd since its 9 P.M.
