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Tw: self harm, self loathing
A girl lies on her bedroom floor.
She bleeds through her eyes and cries through her veins.
I watch her helplessly and let her fall apart.
Everyday she fights long lost battles and dies gruesome deaths.
Her life is nothing but a grave full of dead hopes.
I watch her and do nothing.
Perhaps because there isn't much left of her to be saved.
She is covered in bruises I don't recognize her anymore.
I watch her with curiosity.
Her eyes dark and cold like the night itself, she reeks of misery.
A home full of ghosts, none of them remotedly as dead as her soul.
I watch her mercilessly.
After all that's what monsters like her deserve.
I say, and I stop watching her.
No part of her deserves to be loved.
I say, and I step away from the mirror.
i hate that all my life i'm stuck feeling like everybody things they're better than me in everything. Every friend i ever had in school made fun of me calling me a nerd if i had better grades than them or stupid if i had worse. I'm just so sick of it
My current state of mind
"You were such a happy kid, what happened?"
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I forgot my enail and pass.
things that fall
petals,
when the flowers you brought me have withered, and the sun is too strong in my eyes.
tears,
when the pain in my chest gets too heavy to bear, and my heart beats a certain way when i think of you.
snowflakes,
as the dry air makes my lips bleed into the cracks of the words i couldnโt say when you buried your head in my neck.
rain,
as i sit in my window, the woollen grey clouds as dark as the deliquescent threads in my head.
stars,
when all i wish for is to feel your breath against my face. you sigh and i trace my thumb over your brow.
tides,
because the moon is drifting away from the earth as you are from me.
eyelids,
because my eyes are paper thin from the fever on my forehead. itโs too warm and iโm drenched in sweat. it burns to touch them.
time,
because love becomes infinitely heavier when it has nowhere to go.
shadows,
of two lovers slow dancing in a burning room.
leaves,
as you tread over the maple hope that we would last; crushing them under your feet and over my chest.
the sun,
in my sky, colourless without your palette. iโm begging you to stay. youโre crying now. you rub your nose against mine and i donโt want to live beyond this moment.
and i, for you.
i fall for you. like everything that falls.
- written by me
Wow I know
Self Inflicted(TW*)
With a needle in hand and ice in her veins,
She carves her pain onto her skin with no restrain.
Blood drips like tears from her broken heart,
The addiction consumes her, tearing her apart.
Each prick of the needle brings temporary relief,
But the scars on her skin are a cruel thief.
She's trapped in a cycle of self-inflicted pain,
Unable to break free from the addiction's chain.
She longs to escape the torment within,
But the only escape she knows is through sin.
The needle and ice are her only solace,
A twisted form of self-inflicted malice.
She's a prisoner of her own twisted mind,
Trapped in a world where pain is all she finds.
But deep down she knows, she can never be free,
For the addiction has taken her soul, with no key.
Why does life have to be so hard? And why is it so lonely. When will I catch some break. When will the misery end. Where is she who is supposed to give me hope.
I wanna be in sad-core club
The abyss opens up, it steals everything from me
"17 minutes, Bojack."
Watch "I won't let my grandparents bury their grandchild" on YouTube
Me last night, but I only have my grandmother. This would be for mom, siblings, and friends.
Okay so I wrote something while my last mental breakdown and I wanted to show you. So here it is and take care!
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I know you dont want to loose youre little sister.
All these night appart,
the number grew more and more.
Like my desire to evermore,
Se your smile and stop the frown.
Even though sometimes I feel like a clown.
Until I go to slumber,
Where I fulfil my desire.
Where I stopped feeling
The strange emotions that I canโt deceiver
Where I stopped hurting
By the reality that bring me to oblivion
Where I feel liberated
From the rotten world we created
When I wake up the numbness comes back.
Like a mountain on my back.
But donโt worry,
For I am inspired by your audacity.
Your strong head is something that I admire.
For I canโt start my fire.
My anxiety causes a war in me.
Where my army has be
And is no more.
For my demons heretofore,
Weโre just pixie dust from tinker bell.
However now, they are an alarm bell.
Forgive me sister,
For I know Iโm a bother
With my self destructive ways
And my long silences.
Dear sister you need to know
Iโm just not myself.
But I donโt know who myself is anymore.
Iโm nostalgic of a childhood I never had. Of a parent that was never mine. Of a comfort that was never there. Of a inner peace that I never had.
How do you expect me to build my future without the foundation of my past?
Today is my birthday. I donโt particularly like my birthday. In fact, I hate it. I donโt like to be reminded that Iโm alive and real. It forces me to acknowledge that time passes and im still broken inside. That I have not gotten any better. i dont feel older, in fact i still feel like a child hiding under my bed.
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