I like hurting myself.
It makes me feel alive
The physical pain,
The emotional torture,
Masochism.
I find satisfaction in letting myself feel unwanted.
I cry myself to sleep almost every night
I find contentment in bawling my eyes out
The process of breaking my heart is the proof that it is still beating,
that I am still breathing,
and still very much alive.
The fact that I am sad, makes me glad
It reminds me of my
existence –soon to be dissolved by my own blood and tears.