I suddenly feel like dying
Maybe it’s cause I puked up my meds
Drinking too much
Pushing my limits
Maybe I’m lonely
Actually yeah of course I am
I’m empty inside
I could break open my skin
And not even care
So... maybe I’ll just flirt with some boys...
That’ll make it better...

People that don't self harm
Don't seem to understand it.
But I don't expect them to.

First, it hurts, A LOT.
It hurts when you first do it
And it hurts the next day.
It hurts when your long sleeves rub against it
And it hurts when you look at what you did.

Next, cuts bleed, A LOT.
At first they don't bleed,
You start cutting deeper,
Then they bleed, a lot.
It doesn't stop bleeding.

Please don't tell me to just stop.
I can't just stop.
It's so addicting.
Even though I want to stop,
I can't.

It starts out as you control it,
But then it ends up controlling you.
You want to wear short sleeves?
Think again, you can't.
You want to go swimming with friends?
Oh yeah, they'll probably think you're crazy.

Every time you do it one more time,
It becomes more and more addicting.
Just one more you think, but no.
This is the last time, but it's not.
You can't just stop.

I don't mean to hurt the people around me.
In that moment, all I can think about is
Hurting myself.
I'm sorry for hurting everyone else
While I'm hurting myself.

I
Do
You.
You
Do
I.
Least imagine this in our minds.

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I’m so tired...

I just want to bleed

To sit

To let my body go limp

And to let blood

Run

Down

My

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I’m tired
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of waking up every day, of this persistent exhaustion that never leaves
I’m tired of telling you I’m simply tired when what I really mean is that I’m tired of being alive.
Tired of living in this foreign body in this broken world
But you wouldn’t understand
So I’ll just say I’m tired

I'm never gonna make it,
So I just fake it.