Its always there, it never goes away.
Not night, not day.
As corny as that sounds.
I guess I dedicate this post to my dreams. The crappy ones, the ones that come and haunt me when I want to think about anything besides cutting.
I was having a difficult time, urges have been pretty gnarly lately, but as if that weren't bad enough, sleep is killing me.
Sleep is my escape, the little that I do get, and I look forward to that moment when I close my eyes and drift away... it hasn't been that way though. When I close my eyes to sleep my dreams are soaked with blood and sting like a blade, what I see is worse than I do to myself on the normal. My escape becoming my prison is scary. It hurts.
My mind, my body, it has all been exhausted. I cant seem to rest, I fear whats on the other side.
There's nowhere to go.
