Every day, another lie, another excuse. Cutting, slashing, ripping my skin. Lying to run and running to lie. They don't know the truth, it's too obvious though. How can something feels so bad, feel so good? The pain is inevitable, but the feeling is worse. I feel so low and disgusted, how do I get over this? Will I ever survive?

How do you stop something, you know you can't? You're strong on the outside, but no one sees the real you, hidden inside.