I’m dead inside. I watch blood pour from my self inflicted wounds and don’t even care. I don’t feel the pain. No outlet for anger or sadness so I take it out on myself. I’ve been silently screaming through tears for the past 2 hours and I’m too afraid to do anything more about it. I wish I had a gun. I’d be gone before anyone could pretend to care.
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You aren’t alone. Just know that. I’m thinking the same way. I don’t open my skin anymore, but everything else is what I feel. You can get through this. I think you know deep down that you can. I believe that’s why I’m not able to end myself.
I can.. relate..