i try to leaves hints that i am falling apart but no one is picking up on them
and i am trying to keep it together for now so i can at least suffer in scilence for a little while
and i have had this urge to take the blade into my skin again
and its been three months
since i last had the relief and i wonder will it work as well as it did before?
because i remember laying on the bathroom floor
screaming in agony because the blood just kept dripping out
but no one heard me
my mom across the hall didnt hear me
i try to be someone who i am not
and i am trying to be what these ******* want me to be
but at the end of the day all i want is a ******* bowl in one hand
and the ******* blade in the other
and i know that sounds ******
but i don't know how else to say it without just coming out and being completely honest
and although nobody who cares about me will read this
but someone will
at least i think
actually im laying on the bathroom floor right now,
wondering if its worth it
to take the cold piece of metal
and wow my writing has been so ****** lately
and i dont know how to fix myself anymore because i cant count on my fingers anymore how many times ive had to put myself back together
and i use the word and a lot and im sorry but for ***** sake someone talk to me
let me cry on your shoulder
let me be me
let me laugh
let me smile
let me listen to awful pop music with you
and let me let you be happy too.