where nothing feels real?
and you struggle to maintain a certain level of normalcy when you’re talking to people?
when all you’re really thinking about is:
- cutting. slicing your skin and seeing blood, red against the tan of your skin
- jumping off the roof off the university health center, the one with the National Suicide Prevention Month poster in front of it, wouldn’t that be ironic?
- sticking your head in an oven, a la Sylvia Plath…would it hurt? would you be able to withstand the pain? imagine the faces of whoever finds you. blood and brains splattered all over the kitchen, your burning corpse against the open oven door
- cutting.
- burning your arms by heating a piece of metal over the kitchen stove, and then pressing it to your skin and feeling the nerves scream
- taking a gun to school (as if you’ve ever get one) and standing somewhere public like at school because you need witnesses so your family doesn’t try to cover it up as an “accident”, and shooting yourself
- cutting.
- etc etc etc
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Why?