a bloody story

I cut for attention.

But not for attention from tumblr. Not for attention from my friends. Not for attention from my brother. Not for attention from the teachers at school.

For the attention of my parents.

I don’t feel like they hear me. Like everything I’m saying is going in one ear and out the other. Like they don’t value my opinion, and that they can’t hear me screaming every night. They don’t care to listen … so why should I tell them anything? Why should I waste my voice on talking to people who don’t listen to me? It’s why I won’t tell them when I cut. It’s why I won’t tell them that I like girls. It’s why I won’t tell them that I have a girlfriend.

  1. angelofblood posted this