A/N: ok truly this is just whats going on in my head right now and I stuck roger's name on the bottom. So pretty much, this has NO plot, NO sequal, pretty much not a story and if the mods want to take it down feel free. But come to think of it isn't most of my storys like this…hmm meh if enough people ask then I might put it into more of a story form when I can think better…sound good to everyone?
Does anyone else feel this way, emotion so deep that it turns into physical pain? The pain of the tears that do not fall. The pain of the chest that refuses to sob. That's how I feel now days. I lost all my friends now days. Most don't want to talk about to wrapped up in there own problems to pretend to care about mine. Some few friends pretend to listen, one told me flat out the he just gives up on me cause he's been through this too many times before, he decided is he hasn't reached me yet there is no point in trying any more. What hurts the most is when my best friend doesn't understand. She'll go "oh I'm sorry" or "that sucks" that's not what I need right now. I need feedback, I need advise. Not fake sympathy.
I bring the blade to my wrist to try to stop the emotional pain. I've been a cutter since I was 14. Its addicting, also my blade is the only one that understands me. It's the only thing on this earth that doesn't point out all my thoughts and dwells on them until I throw my self in a heap on my bed and cry. The blade helps, the blade knows all.
So here, I am broken and alone spilling my heart onto a piece of diary paper. I want to climb out of the hole I dug into my self. It's a deep hole buried into my heart, so far within me I cannot escape anymore. I need someone to look inside and pull me out, I scream but no one can hear. Please don't leave me I can't be alone much longer. Can't anyone tell I'm breaking? I'm tearing myself apart from the inside out slowly dying.
Roger Davis
Age 16