hey

I’m not supposed to cut myself

would you do it for me?

tw just like in general


Suffer as myself
Or take the drugs and feel relief?
Either way I’m still not okay
I still want to watch
Blood drip down my wrist
I still am unwanted
I still am a monster
I still am a disaster
I still want to die.

But yeah... I guess a pill or two can’t **** me up much more

I’ve memorized the lines
They make me sick
Because I DON’T WANT THIS

I DO NOT WANT THESE PILLS

I DO NOT WANT THESE DRUGS

I DO NOT WANT THESE DOCTORS

I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE


I WANT TO WANT TO LIVE




and instead. I’m reading another bottle
Over
And over


And man..... how all these bottles in my drawer....
They make me wonder........
What would happen......
If... if what they tried to use to fix me.......
If it could end me.....

She is alone
Her weakened body lies in solitude
Begging to be held
Even just... even just touched
Her cheeks are stained with tears
Though no more will flow
There’s not enough of her left now
To feel, to cry
There’s a rough patch on her wrist
Where she’s scarred herself
Time and time again
Her heart pleading
For someone to care,
Someone unafraid of her scars
The wounds of terrible battles fought
But she no longer possesses any hope
That such a person exists