I am constantly
craving
my own
destruction.
I want
to cut
to burn
to fight
to binge
to do anything
to make me feel
something.
I don't want this.
I'd rather
be happy
back there
again.
remember
when I was there?
does anyone miss me?
does anyone care?
before all this
before I wanted to die
everything was amazing.
I had everything
I had people
I had support.
I want that again.