So the other day I slit my wrists- and I feel fine,
The other day I cried myself to sleep- and now I am just fine,
Tonight I've drunk 3 bottles as wine - it's fine.
Last night the man I adore made love to me and I cried afterwards and that's okay.
And nobody's there to help me, and nobody makes me better and nobody comforts me. And everybody else gets help and everybody else tells everybody how depressed they are and it's wonderful and it's romantic but what about those who don't think it'sbeautiful and who get ignored ? Where's our help? Who helps us when we're on our own?
Knives, razors, scissors, wine and self loathing. Thank you.














