Sunday, Feb. 16, 2003/10:55 pm

forever wishing

I've been very low this weekend.

I have stinging arms and an aching stomach.

The razor was left in the bottom of my bath today. After the water had drained away, and cleaned the blades of infectious red.

/bruised//&//battered/

I slept a couple of hours away this afternoon, i feel sick and exhausted.

Keep finding myself crawled up in a foetus position on my bed. Trying to find myself some peace. I want to scream all the bad thoughts away.

I live my life in the background, shadowed in a corner. No one notices my pale skin and grey eyes.

Blood and pain are my only comforts. Nothing else could bear to stay with me.

//all//alone//

I wish to hold a glass rose in my hands and resist the impulse to break it apon my skin.