There
was a time I suffered so much. I wanted to get it out of me…
I
would cut my arms, not to kill myself.
I
don’t want to die.
I
know I’m lucky to be on this Earth.
I
did it so the physical pain would calm the pain that was eating me inside.
Nothing
was erased.
I
leave with my past tucked away deep inside of me.
It
comes out as an explosion and it invades me.
I
believe we are messengers on Earth.
I
believe in Angels.
I’m
blessed by God to tell myself I suffered that much to become who I am today.
