i am alone. All my friends dont understand why i come in to school everyday with a new scar, or always hide my arms. my dad saw one and said “Come on now, your nearly 17. dont be starting “that shit” “.
that shit? that shit ruins my life, it hurts, and i like it when it hurts. im punishing the outside for what its doing to the inside. but you know what, go fuck yourself. be happy with your comfortable life and ill float through mines wishing every day that it was my very fucking last. im tired of being here, im tired of being alone and im tired of being me.
i wish it was over.
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a really, really close friend of mine said something similar to me
“what the fuck, you’re not 15 anymore, don’t be so fuckin stupid”
it was a while ago, and i’m assuming it’s a lot harder coming from your dad, but please know that he said that because it hurts him. some people, like my good friend and your dad, don’t know how to fix the way we feel.
i truly know how tired you are, but please try to understand that not all people can speak what they’re feeling.