My heart feels numb, I’ve lost all motivation for anything I’ve ever done, or maybe it’s just laziness, God, I’m irritably bleeding out my gums, biting down my lips till, gashes, gashes. What have I become?
Knuckles bleeding, but I’m numb, I didn’t see the cuts increasing, my fingers might fall off, along with my mental stability, which has run off.
I can’t think anymore, I just don’t care anymore, gashes, gashes, my wrists are bleeding, I didn’t see the self-destruction, but I’m halfway in my grave now. What have I become?
old poem I found from a few years ago, reminds me how far I've come as a person and the way I see myself as having a role in this world.