forgetting is not an option

and i could scream(/whisper) all the things
you have done but you still wouldn't know
that pain (the hurt, the blood, the tears) that
i go through. a million times, i've told my
-self to let you go because this isn't worth
hanging onto but this is so dented into my
memory that forgetting is no longer an option.

what if you had known earlier? would you
have cared enough to (try to) stop me?

because when i first brought blade to
skin (i swear) i never thought it would
be so addicting. i only thought that it
would last until you saw (but i showed
you and yet you did nothing in return).

and now i bleed for more than just you.

May 15, 2006