Red against white, who will win?
Silver metal, my deadly sin, some days I don’t wanna win.
Feeling high, feeling numb, lost again in this-
Eternal bliss.
But the scars that cover my wrist are so damn hard to over come.
Hearing the words they say, seeing the looks they give
Telling myself I’m not good enough.
I’m worthless, that I’m not allowed to breath-
Don’t say I’m not, don’t tell me I’ll be fine.
I don’t wanna see the light, at least not for tonight.
I wanna be dreaming of a lost happiness
Of someone loving this crazy broken person
Of not being shattered
I want to see the happy, not the sad
The good, not the bad
The smiling, not the crying
But to me the world is only dark.
To me it will forever keep drowning me
the people around me they can’t see
the darkness inside my mind
The person you knew is gone, and you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye.
one cut, two cuts, leads to sixty and more
the voices in your head telling you you’re better off dead
telling you’re fat, telling you you’re ugly.
Oh why are these voices so cruel?
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Damn this is intense.
good thing or bad?
I’ve never been much good at writing like this, it never seem to come out right but this is strong, emotional and well written, It really is powerful and sad, people say it helps to write down what you’re feeling, I hope it helps you.
honestly it does, but sometimes it makes it worse
Yes, while it’s in your head you can pretent it’s no big thing but when it’s put down in black and white what’s causing you problems it’s inescapable, but it’s the sharing of it that’s the good thing, it’s like screaming out loud and letting off pressure.
exactly