Aren’t love stories depressing?
I don’t want to know how happy you are
I don’t want to watch you kiss
Because every second I remember
That practically everyone can find love
But I am amongst the few
The lonely.

Two decades I’ve been on this earth
And never once have I been chosen
Never once held by a lover
Never kissed
And truly...
I’m glad you’ve all figured it out
Because I’d pity anyone who felt like me

I’m glad you’re not alone
But I am.
And I’m trying to figure out
How I’m supposed to live with that

Probably won’t help
But I’d absolutely love
To find out how much of that bottle
I could swallow
Before someone notices

I’m so ******* alone.

tw self harm



I’d forgotten
What it felt like
How I reacted
What it looked like
As the droplets of blood gathered
In the lines I’d drawn in
The sound of flesh breaking
As I swiftly pull the blade through
I forgot how much it hurt when it was over
The relentless pain beneath the bandage

But I’d gotten curious
My heart was growing numb
And I wanted to see if it still worked
The rush of exhilaration
The shock of realizing what I’ve done
I found it again
A kind of relief

Laying down with a clear head
No drinks, no extra pills
Just eyes full of tears
Heart painfully yearning
And my stomach empty... again