I don't know what to write and I don't know what to type-
but I know I cry myself to sleep at night.
I know I don't want my boyfriend to worry,
and I know I want to rush the blade in a hurry.
I hate how sensitive my heart is-
and how much my mind makes me feel.
I hate how I cry and have I dreams wanting to die.
I hate collapsing not being able to breathe-
I hate how the world sees me.
I don't remember who I was before the world told me who to be.
And even now trying to find myself- I still find others hating me.
Or maybe it just me,
Putting those thoughts in my own head-
Maybe I should just go to bed.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
I don't know what to write and I don't know what to type-
but I know I cry myself to sleep at night.
I know I don't want my boyfriend to worry,
and I know I want to rush the blade in a hurry.
I hate how sensitive my heart is-
and how much my mind makes me feel.
I hate how I cry and have I dreams wanting to die.
I hate collapsing not being able to breathe-
I hate how the world sees me.
I don't remember who I was before the world told me who to be.
And even now trying to find myself- I still find others hating me.
Or maybe it just me,
Putting those thoughts in my own head-
Maybe I should just go to bed.
Written on Dec 1, 8, and 16.
