Today i wake up, head pounding stomach churning, my eyes adjust to the light in the room. I put my hands to my face, I notice my wrists as I do.

I feel angry at myself I feel fine I don't need any help. Why would I need it when there's others that are worse than I, come on it's been a while I barely even cry.

I feel embarrassed, I hide the pain sketched onto my wrist, I try to forget that they exist.
I tell no one of what I have done, I don't need help the battle has been won.

In the land of liars,
the honest man
must
be
crucified.

Sometimes, others might find your actions weak,
But on your angle, its the opposite of what they see.

Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure

Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****

I'm so tired, so ******* tired
Of feeling trapped within these walls
Of this house that is supposed to be my home
Like in a box with no air holes, I am suffocating.
Looking at the same things, day in, day out
Nothing's changed, there's nothing new
Just the same walls that hold me prisoner
And if I could just leave, I would be gone
So far away from here, free at last
But, no, it's not that simple.
Though I wish it were as easy
As saying the words
"I'm leaving"