Wrap my throat with barbed wire
clip my tongue and yank it out
sew my lips and make me
silent

It's all slipping
Everything is getting worse
Worse..... and worse....
The cuts are getting deeper
The scars are staying longer
The thoughts are growing louder
Everything is falling apart
I thought... I thought I could do it
I thought I could hold myself together
But the strain... it's wearing on me
The fatigue is making me weak
I've begun slipping...
All the pieces of my life
Falling from my grasp
In a violent cascade
I don't even want to try anymore
I just want to let them crash to the ground
Shatter like glass
As they slip from my fingertips

Then and only then
Will I be able to finally surrender
When I hear the darkness calling my name
Drawing me to the edge of the chasm
And maybe
If I'm very lucky
I'll slip

Trigger warning: Suicidal thoughts/ideation


I want it
I do
I want to die
I want to be dead
I am done living
Living has only brought me pain
Only offered me sorrow
To **** me would be to show mercy
Euthanize the suffering
I w̴̳̆ant ̴͕͝t̵͇́o̶̥͋ diē̸̩
I'm̷̩͆ ̸̪̈ṛ̸͆eaḋ̸̪y to̷̲̓ ̵̘͠d̷͉͑ie
̷̬̚Ì̴̧ can̷̖͘'̷̬̅t̶̳͘ ̵͙͑die

I̵͎̪̤̐͝ ̶͇̜̖͂̃ẁ̵̳͓̘̾a̷̗̩̤̥̿n̶̖͝ͅṱ̶̾̒͗͆ ̶̢͔͇͑̐̓͗t̷̟̘̲͌̍͝o̵̯̊͗ ̸̨̨̃d̴̙̥͚̅̓͛͆͜i̷̘̬͍͍̐ȇ̸͎

̷̛̰̦̝̩̑̐Ỉ̵͔̼̝'̶͎̬̀m̴̠̓͆ ̷̼̀r̴̦̖͕̦̊̏̐̾ẹ̵̢̙̭̓a̵̹̤̎̉͑d̷͉̓̎͜ͅy̷̛̲͍̔͛͐ ̵̡̰̯̉t̵̳̓ȯ̸̮͍͜ ̷̙̘̎d̴̹̝̘̄̌́̈́ȋ̵̞͔̉̑ͅě̸̡͈̞

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I̷͇̥̲̮̔̋̋́̃̅̑̐͠ ̷͙̫͈̜̬͓͛́̋͌́̎́ͅͅw̴̧̛̞͈͓̱̠͈̙̲͉̥̱̱͎̐̒̅̈̌͐͑̓̇͗͆̚̕͜͜͜͠͝͠͠ͅa̶̋͑͐͛͑͗͂̕͝­̢̪͈͚̻̦̳̤̭̰̫̬̤͇̲̚ͅͅn̷̛̻̲̹̙̖̻̋̅̊͋̈͑̐̀̂̏́̈́̒̄̓̂̽̈́̃̆͜͝͝t̸̋̔̐̀̓̎̽̃̋̇̓͘͘­͍̘̰̦͕̥̹̹͚̳͔͖̫̠͉̱͇̗̪͇ͅ ̷̤̭̞̮̗̤̱͓̟̙̲̾̀͜ͅť̷̨̛͓͓͈͓̫͔̝̳̱̘̱̘̲̙̖̪́̀̒͗̈̀̈̎͑͜͜͝o̶̧͉̱̤͌̇̆̏̂̒̋͒̍̈́­̡̡̺͈͎̭̠̤̩̰̞̩̣̩̪̠̺ ̷͉̪̀̊́́̅̃͋̕̚͘d̴̢̖͖̲̭̹̪͎̥̼̜̼͍̝͍̤̩̞̹̈̈́̈́͌͜ͅį̶̡̢̻͉̰̙̙͚̹͍̝̮̭̑͊̎͝e̸̛͌͘­̡̨̼̖͉̫̣̣͍̭̺̬̳̍̓̚͜͜͜
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̶̡̧̨̨̨̛̫̝͎̖͎̞͔͔͈͈̥̭̦̖̪͈͐̎̆̎͊̑̄̓͐͘Ḯ̶̛̈́͐̀̀̒̔͒͋͘̚­̧̡̛͍̯̹͔͎̖̞̭̦̖͑̌͂͜'̵̡̛̱̜̰̳̭̯̱̞̤̥͉̱͓̣͈͚̟̱͚̖͙̿͋̇̎͗̃̀̄̀͐̅͘ḿ̶̯͚̬̉̂̀̽̕­̡͕͉̜̟̘̱̙̝͍̼̭̞̻̣̝ ̵̡̢͈͎͈͖̯̗̜̰͖̲͈̬͚̮̈́̈́̑́̚ͅr̵̟̥̥̭̖̯̰͔̯̞͖̺̗͉̬̖̪̹͚̔̆͂̈́̇̀̕͘͜͝e̸̽̇͂̂̈͒̄͘­̙͓͔͕̬̙͖̈́̔̏͛́͆́͗̃̽̆̾͆͋̕a̵̧̨̢̧̮͖̙͓̝̟͓̗̥͈̰͊͂͌͊̄̂̎̓̎̈́͂̈́̾ͅͅd̶̔̈̍̉͛̏̈́̆­̢̨̖͙̦͕̲͈̰̯͕͎̬̼̑̐̄̐̽́͊̄̾͑͌̕̕ÿ̵̧̡̛̛̩̭̱̖͈̖͎́͌̑́͗̈́͗̀̀̊̚ ̴̡̻̺̹͆͂͗̇̐͌t̶̢͚̣̓̅́̎̉̽̇͌͗̊̾̾̊͌̑͌͘͠͝ṓ̷̢̳̋͂̇͘͝ ̷̔͊̾̉̐̅̋́ͅd̴̡͉̫̺͔̹̜̘̝̻̳͖̙͗͋̈̀̇͑͆͂̀̐̊̽͊̎̑̈̃͆͘̕͜͜͠i̴̛̙̗̍̐̍́͒̔̈́e̶͋̀́­̛̖̱̯̪͌͠
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̴̼̦̆̓͗͒Ī̶̧͙̰̘̘͙̺̺͖̦̫͍͕̲͖̺̣̱͔̖̍͌̀͛̕͘͝ͅ ̷̛̠̤̻͔̰̠̣͈̹͈͔̟̮̉͌̉̚͘c̴̢̡̛̜̹̺̻̪̠̯͗͗̑̇̍̄͋́̌̈̍̑͒͑͘ȃ̵̛̟͇̜̻̇́͊̑͌͊̋͛̄͆­̲͚̘͎̱̮̦̘͜ͅn̵̤̻̩̯̝̈̅͒͒̈́̒͒͐̽̏̓͌͐̄̈́̕̚͘̚͠͝'̴̩̥̝̘͓͚͇͓̖̊̓̀̀̂̍͂̀́͛̐̈́̕͠͝ͅ­͖̳̺̳̥͉̖̩͜t̷̢̨̡͈͚̘͈̣͖͈̤̟͎̤̙̩̩͕͙͈̳̍̓͐͗̍̓̄̾͗͒̎̿̈̈́͘̚ ̴̛̜͉̜̀͂̊̀̾̿͂͌̒̋̿̀̈́̽ḑ̴̜̻͓͕̱̲̟͔̰̜̣̺̠͎̰̗̥̞͍̭̻̯̉̑͋̍̓̅͛͛̽̓͂̄́̓͊͗̉͛͘i̴­̧̹̱̪̤͍͖̱͈͈͔͙̝̟̤͒̀̏̄̽͋̓̔̑̌̃̐͘̕͝ẽ̶̢̜̤̲̣̮̜̱͓̹̮͋̇́̀́͆̂̈́̊̋͋̈̅̈́̀͒̔̈͝͠ͅ­͕͖͇̗

Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting


How could it be that the blood on my wrist
Brings peace to my troubled mind
Forces a sharp focus
Evens my frantic breath
It's what I needed
I needed this
I needed these slits