I don’t wanna fight this fight anymore. I am tired of screaming on the inside while everyone remains oblivious of the torture I am going through. Wondering who is torturing me? Well the better question will be what is torturing me or what am I fighting, not who. This is the worst kind of fight because in this wanna scream12243baf71eb21023168a2e88d731de6 out loud. Sometimes you wanna talk bout it to a friend and there are times when you wanna scream about it from the top of the building. Some people are strong som
e people know how to trust someone how to have complete faith that someone will bring them back. These are the idealist. A realistic person knows that the only way to defeat it is to decide to defeat it. Because look around sweetie no one is fighting you. Its you. Against you. And the only one who can do it is you. Well maybe deep down I don’t want to fight it. Maybe there is a relief watching all the hurt flow alongside the stream of blood seeping through the arm. Oh so will it be the wrist? Nah don’t want anyone finding out. Well it could be the forearm? What would i do when i have to wear three-quarter sleeves. Then upper arm it is? Well have to get the waxing done, don’t we. Then where, right?
Thighs. No one looks there, no one thinks it could be there. Get the job done without anyone finding out.
Sick of doing this job? Well there is only one way out. Do it on the wrist not horizontally like you always do, do it vertically and do it deep. And trust be your resignation letter will be accepted.