Imagining:practicing on my wrists.Razor's edge,cool,clean,and sharp,entering the skin i can no longer feel.Curiosity:blood.At least i would know that i am indeed alive.Wrong and right:desire for death and yet for life.How did i get this depressed,this mad?...
Your hurt is incurable
your wound is grievous
there is none to uphold your cause
no medicine for your wound
no healing for you.
Jeremiah 30:12-13
Your hurt is incurable
your wound is grievous
there is none to uphold your cause
no medicine for your wound
no healing for you.
Jeremiah 30:12-13