I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry.I cried because you wouldn't let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me...
Love, Cry
Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren't as sharp. It's always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn't cut as deeply anymore.
Pain, Loss
I also know I'm not going to stay away. I'm going to grab onto her and let myself get cut. I'm good at pain. I'm good at bleeding, emotionally and physically.
Pain, Emotions
Let…it…go,” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.
Pain, Grief, Sorrow
And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.
Music, Sad, Suicide
To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.
Poetry, Wisdom, Thoughts
One of my greatest failures: I was trying to cut a piece of moment so that I could erase it.One of my greatest achievements:I have learnt to ignore my futureless past.
Moment, Future, Past