I saw my mum for the first time in a few weeks today. She turned to me and said all she has in the world is me, my brother and her husband, but that I was her rock. She’s been going through her own trouble, battling her own demons for a long time. Little did she know her rock was crying down the phone to the Samaritans last night, that I was crying down the phone just to feel something. How can I ever tell her that I want to die? How can I tell her that every day I smash up my sanity just […]
Dear Monster,
you’ve broken my heart
run your teeth across my chest
and feasted on the sweet meat inside
I’m sending you the pieces, what is left
I must begin now, before the venom spreads
and paralyses me completely,
as good Monster venom should.
I must look under my bed and inside the closet and
beg it was all a dream…
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I’ve got no fight in me, no desire; oh please make it go away…
When I look forward and try to picture my future I see absolutely nothing. That petrifies me, that feeling of dread catches in my lungs and I don’t know what to do. How do I make it go away? Dear god I need something. The blade is not enough anymore, I love her, I always will, but it’s becoming dull. I fantasise about suicide, the how’s and when’s … pills or hang from a rope or a trip off a ledge, if you dare. I want more than anything to make it stop; I need it all to fucking stop. I have never attempted, I […]