I Thought The Suicide Thoughts Were Over. I Thought I Was Better. Those Scars Are On My Wrist. Makes Me Want To Cut More..Its Been Awhile. Cutting Is Because Of The Shame! And I’m Filled With Shame. If I Killed Myself My Spirit Is Still Alive While My Body Is Dead. If I Kill Myself..I Can See The People I Love In My Own Heaven. Maybe A World With Happiness. A Field Of Flowers And Teenagers Just Like Me. I Can Only Hope..
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Field Of Flowers
That feeling of nothing where I move from place to place not smiling or laughing, not caring or caring.
Some would call this being present. Present and detached. All the demands made on me are met with silence. Even my own needs are met with silence.
Though I feel like crying I’m just to lacking in anything to do so. If tears fall let them for they will not affect me.
I’ve always been able to relate to some other in some small way, but very very few the other way around. And it’s ok now because it no longer affects me.
Like a favourite movie, […]