I’m so done with life. With everything included.
Why do I have to be the one with this kind of fucked up rebellious personality?
It’s getting to be too much to handle.
I honestly don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to go on like this.
After 3 months of not cutting, I relapsed.
Fucking relapsed.
I cut. Again.
Fuck it makes me so fucking pissed off that I let myself drop that low.
Again.
After 3 months.
I should just finish the job, and let my life go. -.-
I wish I had someone who cared
I wish I had someone who would wipe away my troubled tears.
I want someone to keep me up high,
even when I just want to die.
Everyone has that person they need,
of course everyone except for me.
I yearn for the love of truth,
the person who was destined for me ever since birth.
Stay strong, he’ll say at the end of every goodbye,
but the joke’s on him, because he’s the reason I’m still alive.
I wish I could have the one, who will love me for me,
and not care for scars.
I wish […]
When you cant seem to sleep at night,
because the stress is just eating at your mind.
And you know, that this body of yours has taken such a toll.
I can no longer tell the difference of what is just in my mind and what’s reality.
Whether it’s from the drugs, alcohol, or lack of sleep,
I’m just 2 parts broken and 3 parts fucked up.
But I really wish they knew.
I wish they knew how I deal with it all.
And if they knew my last resort was the sharp point of my paintbrush.
If they knew I painted delicate lines on the […]
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