SHE HAS KNOW SUCH GREAT PAIN; HAUNTED DREAMS AS A CHILD, THE NEAR-CONSTANT PRESENCE OF EVIL EVER SINCE. SHE HAS FELT THE TOUCH OF AWEFUL NAKED MEN, BATTLED DEPRESSION AND ADDICTION, AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. HER ARMS REMEMBER RAZOR BLADES, FIFTY SCARS THAT SPEAK OF SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS. SIX HOURS AFTER I MEET HER, SHE IS FEELING TRAPPED, TWO GROUPS OF “FRIENDS” OFFERING OPPOSITE IDEAS. EVERYONE IS ASLEEP. THE SUN IS RISING. SHE DRINKS LONG FROM A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, TAKES A RAZOR BLADE FROM THE TABLE AND LOCKS HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM. SHE CUTS HERSELF, USING THE BLADE TO WRITE “FUCK UP” LARGE ACROSS HER LEFT FOREARM.
STOP THE BLEEDING.
RESCUE IS POSSIBLE.
LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT.
*TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS*
twloha.com
myspace.com/towriteloveonherarms
TWLOHA IS A NON-PROFIT MOVEMENT DEDICATED TO PRESENTING HOPE AND FINDING HELO FOR THOSE STRUGGLING WITH DEPRESSING, ADDICTION, CUTTING, AND SUICIDE.
No comments:
Post a Comment