22h
i gave up,
took the sharpener out of the drawer,
resetted the streak.
it's pointless,
the addiction scarred my mind
like the blade scarred my skin,
the wetness of the blood
and feeling of the skin opening
won't leave me like the people in my life did
so they're good, are they not?
took the sharpener out of the drawer,
resetted the streak.
it's pointless,
the addiction scarred my mind
like the blade scarred my skin,
the wetness of the blood
and feeling of the skin opening
won't leave me like the people in my life did
so they're good, are they not?
i can quite literally feel myself becoming less functional every single day and i honestly dont know how long i can stay here
