It's okay The things I say Is just me repeating the words They are saying While they tell me It's all their fault It's all father's fault It's all brother's fault The scars on my skin Reflects their harsh words
I can't I can't do anything I can't be sober for more than a week or two I can't keep myself away from the blade I can't keep myself from clawing at myself At my face With my sharp finger nails Forcing pain onto myself Forcing myself to bite my finger Hoping it would eventually bleed Make it feel worse than skin upon dried ice It hurts Yet it's all their fault.
love being narcissistic when angry. can't take responsibility. (It's been 14 minutes since I've been two weeks sober. Broke the streak again.)
i wish youd let me go so you dont have to see me in pain
i wish youd let me go so you could get better
i wish youd let me go so i stop hurting us
i wish you stay so we get better together
I'm tired of continuously hurting her, of us going through the same things but not talking to eachother. Most of all I just want her to hold me. To talk to me.
Its okay to have fewer friends than others Its okay to be yourself I never knew that before I wish i did Its okay to love another woman I know i do Its okay to write your feelings I know i do But i do as no one listens No one listens as i talk I talk too much Im too annoying I never found them to be annoying I sit there and listen I hear all their problems Their minor inconveniences But as i make an attempt to tell mine I talk too much Thats why i write Thats why i wrote the letters Theres only one attempt left for me I’ll be listening from the stars
They say kids need to get burnt To learn not to put their hand in the fire But i never did Instead i built a tolerance I saw how long i could keep it there Before it felt too good Before i felt things again I need to feel things again sometimes
I said id stop, I tried. I said i wouldn’t, I tried. I didn’t want to, I apologised, I tried. I tried my hardest, Its still not enough, I tried. Im sorry.
My body littered with scars, Some do it to punish, Some do it to feel something, Anything. It feels good to feel something, Anything. Some find ways to stop, They never truly stop. They need to feel something, Anything.
