Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

...Im tired. I cant fall asleep. It hurts. The tears wont stop running down my cheeks staining them. But...its not blood. Then...why am i shaking? Maybe its the fact that i still feel theyre presence...what they did to me. I still feel like i cant breath. Like his hand is still pressed against my neck. I can still feel the burning from my deep scars. I still feel the blood that used to stain my cheeks. The blood that would pour instead of tears. Because i couldnt cry. And i still feel my blood stained hands. No matter how many times i wash them i still see blood. I can smell it. Taste it. I still hear the screaming. I cant remember if it was mine or theyres anymore. I still cant look at a mirror without being scared that theyll come back. That theyll come looking for me again...i cant think of it without wanting to scream for help. Im so tired. I have bags under my eyes. I havent been to dw in days. Maybe because my mind isnt stable enough. Or maybe my time there finally ended. I honestly dont know...im just so tired. Please oh please let me find peace one day. Please...let me get some sleep.

~Tulip Glass