I'm an idiot for cutting?

Well you're a judgmental bitch, but no one says it.
You're adorable, have my heart completely,
but you cannot call me an idiot for cutting.
Not when I'm trying to quit for you.
Not when all I want is for you to care.
Call me an idiot for cutting again and I'll send you a pic of the damage it causes.
It's letting the emotional pain out.
Obviously that's stupid.
Love,
Overly Upset

You weren't here...

I made it obvious that I need you.
And you quit replying when I sounded most needy.
Well, now there's a heart on this thigh for you.
Not that you'll see it.
We're not that close.
Love,
That Brat Alex

Call me Gorgeous again

And I might just melt.
You know I love you.
Still you tell me things like this.
You tell me that you've seen me, that you think I'm gorgeous.
It makes a lump get caught in my throat.
It makes me cry.
Because you won't ever be mine.
I'm sure someone got dibs on you before me, even if you weren't straight.
But you're straight, too.
Angel, I love you.
You say how magical and special love is.
So why does it hurt?
Why does it feel like a brick in my stomach?
Why does it keep me from wanting food?
Why does it hurt so much to love you so completely?
Love,
That Idiot Alex.

Can I do this?

Bella, I'm scared.
I'm always scared it seems.
This time it's about coming out.
To my mom.
Because she's the only one of my parents that really matters.
But I'm scared.
How do can I do this?
She's practically a saint.
How do you tell someone who so wholely believes Christianity that you're bi?
Love,
A Scared, Stupid Alex

I love you.

And trust me, I hate it.
I had a chance and I blew it.
Back then I didn't know it was love.
Bella, or as you're known in my other blog Cassie, I love you.
I get excited when you text me.
Half the time, you make my pitiful world turn.
Call me a freak, a creep, but I do.
I wanna tell you everything, but try to keep myself from texting you.
Then I get upset.
And you make it all better.
Thank you.
Love,
Pitiful Little Alex