So tired of being myself but myself is all i know
i want to die so desperately but am scared to leave people behind
but that’s all i’ve been doing lately-Â hurting what was mine
I hate to think of what my death would cause so i keep postponing it, hurting myself even more
i don’t know why i live this way, if you can call it living
wake up, hate myself, think, ‘what’s the point doing this anymore?’
Each day brings a deeper cut, stepping that bit closer to the edge
i’m getting to that stage where i don’t i can pretend i’m alright anymore
it hurts when people close to me don’t even realize what’s wrong – or is my act that good?
have i gotten so good at living a lie that that’s all they see?
a happy person who isn’t hurting herself, who isn’t thinking of dying every single second of the day
i don’t remember the last time i was truly happy – oh wait, yes i do, when i cut deeply into my wrist not ten minutes ago
i don’t think i can live like this anymore
i’m just so fucking tired