Just...

How long this will last?
How long I will be able to deal whit it?
I starting to doubt my strenght to crave the positive things in my life...

I feel like I'm waiting the day when this all gona end...
It's possible that this gona be my last writing or not
My head is just full of pictures..
Bloody pictures
Sad pictures
Or just me falling down..

What's wrong whit me...?
Why am I thinking that these scars are beautiful?
Why am I jealous of those people who have more scars?
I don't call it self injury and it's bad
I call it art