I might be...

I might be a slut.I might be gothic.I can be what I want to be I don't have to listen to all these fucking preps!I don't want to!I might be a whore.I might be emo,but does it really give my "friends" a reason to go behind my back and tell EVERYONE about the cuts/scars on my wrists and arms.I know they say they care,but do they?I ask myself this as I drag the razor blade across my skin.It feels so good,but is it?I might be thirteen and my answer doesn't matter,but I say "yes" it does feel good.It feels good to see the scarlet line seep down the length of my wrist or arm.It feels good to feel all the pain seep out with the blood.That's what I think anyways.I might be a bitch.I might be smart.I might dumb.I might be crazy.I know I'm crazy,crazy for loving you! By Your Everlasting at the age of thirteen