I’m just going to sit here and pretend that I didn’t just volunteer myself to the hospital.

I’d like to believe that I am going to have someone waiting for me when I get out because I know that I won’t… besides my mom who, bless her heart, loves me, but I mean I want someone to cuddle me and
tell me that they missed me.

Hold me in their arms and beg me never to leave again.

In all honesty, no one is going to care.

This is why I am a wreck, can’t you see?

No one ever acts like they love me.

No one ever takes time to stop and care about me.

Touch my heart; fill every inch of my soul.

If I can’t figure out how to fix myself then how is any other person suppose to?

I mean, I have never wanted to **** myself, not exactly, but lately I haven’t been able to function properly.

I honestly have no idea what I’m living for and I am slowly withering away.

Please tell me that I am not the huge mistake that I believe myself to be.

Please tell me that whatever it is that is plaguing my mind isn’t trying to **** me.

Please tell me that these tears aren’t for nothing.

Tell me you love me.

Not because I told you to, but because you mean it.

Every inch of my mind spattered with feelings of remorse and worthlessness.

I have no reason to feel this way.

Why do I feel this way?

Give me a reason not to feel this way.

Fix me!

I can’t handle this anymore.

Slowly but surely I am tearing at the seams.

My joints and my veins are tearing from my body, but if no one else can see them.

Does this make me crazy?

My demons haunt me like a cup of coffee that keeps me up all night.

I often times, say that I love coffee even though it makes my skin crawl.

Maybe I just enjoy the torture that comes with the sorrow soaked caffeine.

Constantly searching for something harmless enough to torture myself without killing my soul.

The severity of my situation may never be shown, but I just need you to know that it’s there.