When I cut I cut just to feel just to remember I am human too just
because seldom except me the pain has nothing to do with them I can
cry but barley ever make a sound I can cry in public and the only
thing that gives me away is the tears. Once I start I can't stop like
a wave crashing over me suffocating me and like love and war it is easy
to start but hard to stop. And I can't seam to catch a break so when I
cut I cut to feel something anything for that matter just feel to
acknowledge that yes I am human I am still alive because the ultimate fear
is fear of being numb and isolated.