The idea of someone loving you till you love yourself is hilarious

Do guys really see a broken soul
And wish to mend her together again

That's so funny its sick
That's all these songs whine about
Yet it's not ******* true

Who's gonna hold me when I slip
Not a **** soul
Where do I go when I wanna die

My own **** bed
Psychiatric wondering where my other half is
I wonder too

Cause literally what the **** did I do
To deserve my loneliness

I just want a hug
I just want to be held on these cold winter nights
But no

What the **** did I do to deserve this
I'm sick of being strung along

Just a body not a soul

Know my soul throw it away
Ghost me til my phones starts its decay

my anxiety flares like the sun
drip drop down my spine
parasomnia grips me tight
reminds me nothing will ever be right

I don’t want to stick around
To see how my life turns out
And I don’t know
What to do
With that realization

A suicidal mind
Can only see death
Can only feel pain
It’s blind to hope
Numb to happiness
Like the good has turned grey
And soon it’s lost in the dark

Pain can bring comfort
Distraction
Relief
So sometimes they bleed
Or otherwise destroy themselves

Health seems futile
Why would one want to prolong this?
Why would you want to stay longer?
Why eat? Why drink? Why bathe?
Breathing is annoying
Heartbeats are infuriating

I think... I think at some point
I had wanted a future
But now... now I just want out
I just have to get out

Waiting for someone to act correctly is a disrespect to yourself. You're compromising your worth because someone can't fully afford it.

You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.