I'm broken. Every time I think I'm better, my wrists get that familiar ache to bleed. I'm not acting on it. But I want it to go away. Why do these small things affect me? Just a harmless thought and suddenly I'm internally screaming. I'm tired of being scared of what I might do to myself.
It doesnt matter how we speak or hang, Fortnite, minecraft, or voice calls in some other game. In person, far away, through a call, or texted wording, Each and every day You bring a smile to my face, and I know I love you in each and every way.
Jumping higher and higher into the sky until I land and I splat on the ground. Blood and guts everywhere but people think it's paint. They each hold a trace of my demise.
Cry. Let the world know that your in desolation. Let them know that they hurt you. Let them know how you really feel.
Scream. Let the world know that your done being walked over. Let them know you never wanted their opinion. Let them know you will NOT capitulate to them.
Spiraling deeper and deeper and deeper into an exquisite sorrowful grave filled with agonizing misery because I miss the memories we made and the traditions we started and the way we knew our way around each others protective fortress walls
A Shield. That's what it is. A secret invisible force that lets me hide. It helps mask the pain and sorrow and anger and regret and remorse woven into my soul piece by piece. It helps me face my peers, my parents, my friends, my goals, my dreams, myself. And even I cannot see past it.
i just want to be loved eternally infinitely endlessly and painlessly i want your entire being and i want it to belong to me matches made in heaven and hell to be fused as one sew your heart to mine and sew your wrists to my own never alone