I will be good for a while
I won’t cut as often
I won’t want to **** myself every day
I will actually see the other side of the tunnel
But then
Something ticks inside me
I’m reminded that I’m not normal
I remember that I’m a depressed ******
And my arm becomes full of cuts
My head becomes clouded with suicidal thoughts
And one day
When I tick
It will be enough
To push me over the edge
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
I will be good for a while
I won’t cut as often
I won’t want to **** myself every day
I will actually see the other side of the tunnel
But then
Something ticks inside me
I’m reminded that I’m not normal
I remember that I’m a depressed ******
And my arm becomes full of cuts
My head becomes clouded with suicidal thoughts
And one day
When I tick
It will be enough
To push me over the edge
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