I’m supposed to stop self harming. I’m supposed to stop thinking about bad things. But I went and thought again too much. Now I want to hurt myself, and I can’t. There’s nothing here to do it with. I smell the blood I want to see drip.
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Bad Things
I want to die, but of course I can’t. First I’m scared of dying but I’m sick and tired of trying to live happy. My parents stalk the hell out of me whenever I try to talk to a boy and my dad and mom beat me. What am I supposed to do? My friends tell me I look weird when I don’t smile because I smile all the time. Why do I smile? Why am I completely at peace when I’m at school, but at home I dread it and want to die
I’m tired of living. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of doing […]