We dont sleep, we dont eat, we block out as much of the world as we possibly ******* can, and we drown ourselves in the depth of our mind dragging the ones we love with us because we cannot bare losing them, the way we lost ourselves. We become the crazies, the insanes; labels in a world full of 'blank pages', the outcasts that no one feels sorry for because we put ourselves in that situation. WE skipped that meal WE bled that word WE drank the bleach and WE tied that rope around our ******* necks because of words that could never hurt because you were bored because you saw the surface because you don't ******* care that we are you in another body. I hurt the same way you do but you don't see because of the smile on my face because the walls I built became my home because I have perfected this ******* mask. We sat alone in our rooms feeling the weight of your judgement roll down our cheeks and into our hearts with knives and pens sticking out, warping the way we would ever see the world again. I wantΒ Β you to know you are not alone and that yes we made that decision but it was YOU who pulled the strings on those puppets.
I'm laying in my room at 2:42 in the morning on a school day, and I'm writting this. I had to let something out even though today was a pretty good day. If it doesn't make sense and seems a little 'out there', welcome to the planet Hm. (the name my friends gave the planet I'm off too when i zone out)