Apr 2019
Everyone feels it
The constant itch in your arms and legs that screams for just one more cut to be made
The distant buzzing that's always there but never clear enough for you to pinpoint where it comes from
The whispers that speak to you in the most normal of situations about how you're wrong and bad and only hurt those around you
The gaping emptiness that engulfs your heart and soul leaving you with nothing but a shattering corpse
The clawing in your throat that begs to feel just some kind emotion for once in your life
The way your stomach grumbles miserably for you to feed it but it can never keep anything down anyways
The dread that sits in the back of your mind when you realize you'll have to wear short sleeves
The sinking of your heart when someone jokes about harming or purging, about mentality or sexuality, or about taking ones own life
But everyone feels it
right?
The constant itch in your arms and legs that screams for just one more cut to be made
The distant buzzing that's always there but never clear enough for you to pinpoint where it comes from
The whispers that speak to you in the most normal of situations about how you're wrong and bad and only hurt those around you
The gaping emptiness that engulfs your heart and soul leaving you with nothing but a shattering corpse
The clawing in your throat that begs to feel just some kind emotion for once in your life
The way your stomach grumbles miserably for you to feed it but it can never keep anything down anyways
The dread that sits in the back of your mind when you realize you'll have to wear short sleeves
The sinking of your heart when someone jokes about harming or purging, about mentality or sexuality, or about taking ones own life
But everyone feels it
right?
Everyone feels sad. Everyone had troubles with their body. Everyone skips meals on purpose. Everybody does. So what makes my problems so important? Nothing. I feel like because everyone struggles I don't have the right to complain or get help.
