I was suicidal when I was 9.
Open cute little journal
“I hate myself”
Pages 1, 2, 20.
It’s supposed to be hard to care about other people,
Not yourself.
11 when I felt nothing
12 when I asked pain for a visit.
Just one minute of feeling,
Please.
I connect too deeply with my blood.
That’s why we’re best friends.
Or, maybe, I don’t connect deeply enough with her.
With that warm fluid pulsating the individual dance
Of my
And only my
being.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
I was suicidal when I was 9.
Open cute little journal
“I hate myself”
Pages 1, 2, 20.
It’s supposed to be hard to care about other people,
Not yourself.
11 when I felt nothing
12 when I asked pain for a visit.
Just one minute of feeling,
Please.
I connect too deeply with my blood.
That’s why we’re best friends.
Or, maybe, I don’t connect deeply enough with her.
With that warm fluid pulsating the individual dance
Of my
And only my
being.