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tears filled my eyes looking at nothing, thinking of everything. every cork that filled a hole in my heart slowly popped itself out and i literally felt the rush of sadness through my body, filling my veins, intoxicating my mind once again. is this what i'm meant to be? sometimes i feel like a punching bag for everyone and myself. i will beat myself down slowly then all at once. i am not a best friend, i am an enemy to myself. this is how it'll always be right? i wanted to slice open my skin and feel numb again, i wanted to take a handfull of sleeping pills to feel numb again. i can hear my parents fighting again. i can feel how i felt when my own friends told me they never loved me. i can see my older sister fighting my mother over everything again. it all came back to me in what felt like a split of a second. i was 12 again and as sad as i ever was. i was 12 again, sitting on my bedroom floor, wishing that i would gather the courage through my sobs to finally end it. and i should have. i'm not meant to be here.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
i want to disappear.
tears filled my eyes looking at nothing, thinking of everything. every cork that filled a hole in my heart slowly popped itself out and i literally felt the rush of sadness through my body, filling my veins, intoxicating my mind once again. is this what i'm meant to be? sometimes i feel like a punching bag for everyone and myself. i will beat myself down slowly then all at once. i am not a best friend, i am an enemy to myself. this is how it'll always be right? i wanted to slice open my skin and feel numb again, i wanted to take a handfull of sleeping pills to feel numb again. i can hear my parents fighting again. i can feel how i felt when my own friends told me they never loved me. i can see my older sister fighting my mother over everything again. it all came back to me in what felt like a split of a second. i was 12 again and as sad as i ever was. i was 12 again, sitting on my bedroom floor, wishing that i would gather the courage through my sobs to finally end it. and i should have. i'm not meant to be here.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
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