Run Away Before It's Too Late

All the fight and strength leaves my body once we're back home. I go to my room masquerading my facade. I drop all the bags and run my fingers over my tattoos. Well...there goes two more places that I used to self harm on. At least I have all the others still.
I grab a lighter and start burning my arm. I hiss when the flame first touches my skin. I always do. It's kind of like a natural reflex I suppose. I repeat the action with my left arm. I don't rinse it with cool water. I let the burning feeling consist. It feels good, ya know?
I finally get up and rinse my burns after a good ten minutes. I sigh and lay back down in my bed. Let me forget everything. Let my body forget how to breathe, my heart how to beat. Let me die. I slip into unconsciousness.

Notes

I'm so sick and tired of living right now. My sister just screamed at me: "Yeah cause all your other friends left you when they found out you're crazy!" She says I'm crazy and insane cause I went in the hospital for my issues. I'm so sick and fucking tired of how they all treat me. Like I'm a fucking doorstep. No more. Fuck them and their shit.