I used to want to **** myself,
so I did. I killed myself.
but not in the way that
you're thinking.
I killed the old me.
I murdered her bad habits
and tore apart her self-hatred.
I cut off her toxic "friends"
and blocked most of the
contacts in her old phone.
I kidnapped her and took
her on a relaxing vacation.
I taught her a lesson on how
she deserved to be treated.
I gifted her with new clothes
and some therapy sessions
and a newfound sense
of long overdue self-respect.
I took every part of who she was
and every single detail that she
hated about herself, and I
squashed those feelings
with my bare hands.
I killed myself
without taking my own life
and a confident, loving,
unbelievably beautiful woman
rose from her ashes.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 6:51 PM UTC
I used to want to **** myself,
so I did. I killed myself.
but not in the way that
you're thinking.
I killed the old me.
I murdered her bad habits
and tore apart her self-hatred.
I cut off her toxic "friends"
and blocked most of the
contacts in her old phone.
I kidnapped her and took
her on a relaxing vacation.
I taught her a lesson on how
she deserved to be treated.
I gifted her with new clothes
and some therapy sessions
and a newfound sense
of long overdue self-respect.
I took every part of who she was
and every single detail that she
hated about herself, and I
squashed those feelings
with my bare hands.
I killed myself
without taking my own life
and a confident, loving,
unbelievably beautiful woman
rose from her ashes.
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