Similes.

Those words cut like a fresh blade on your flesh. The skin opening deeper and deeper. The blade feeling smooth on you. Thats what this feels like.

These words that just came out of her mouth. Simple words that most people would think nothing of.

This means the world to me. Maybe she did it for selfish reasons. But for now, I'll keep in my head that she's doing this for me. To keep me.

She might not be. UH oh. Danger zone. I'm going to kill him. There is glass on the floor. Someone is going to get slit. And thrown off a bridge. Soon. And I know who that someone is.

If he even dares to touch a hair on my mothers head, I will personally cut him with the glass she picked up from the ground.

A violent child aren't I ? Yes, I am. Most say I'm crazy. I'm not really. I just keep my anger bottled up so much. Then, when I release it, it's worse than hell. It's worse than a fucking Armageddon. And I don't even know what the fuck that means.

I bet you're dying to know what she said. And, well I'll tell you. She said she's moving out of this guys house. Remember all those times I said "he's such a perv" and shit. Well, it's him. I've never liked him. At all. Like, ever. And I'd be glad to say, I'm proud of her. For finally doing something right.


I'm itching to reach for that glass. Just dying. But I must not. No, I will. Right now. There- it is in my shirt pocket. I'm so glad. :) I feel safe now. With glass in my pocket. Wrist almost untouched. Not for long though. Not for fucking long.