I cut
Just to feel alive.
I cry
Just to feel pain.
I skip meals
Just to feel worthy.
I don't sleep
Just to feel something.
Now, I don't even know
If I'm feeling anything at all.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
I cut
Just to feel alive.
I cry
Just to feel pain.
I skip meals
Just to feel worthy.
I don't sleep
Just to feel something.
Now, I don't even know
If I'm feeling anything at all.
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