Being hurt by the ones I love is bad enough. Hurting them is unforgivable.
I shan't cut myself, as my parents have enough ammunition as it is.
But I feel like I'm bleeding so much inside that it really wouldn't change much if I could.
I am breathless with hurting. I deserve nothing more than cold silence. If only I had the strength to find it.
Comments turned off because I realise this post is just so much melodramatic tosh, and I don't want any comments of 'no, really, you're fab' because at the moment, no, really, I'm not.