Why is it that the nights that I'm hurting the most there's no one there for me? I'm always helping you and you never seem to realize that I have to have gotten my listening skills and advice from somewhere. I just wish that you could realize that I need help too. I'm fucking cutting for gods sake. I missed you by 10 minutes because I spent an extra 20 on the shower washing away the blood. I'm not able to help myself. I'm only the victim of my own mind. The mind that tells me that it's not deep enough if out of it comes only a drop of blood. The mind that tells me that 2 isn't enough and to add 13 more. The mind that tells me to keep things from you until the blood starts to come from the inside too. Tonight was one of those nights. You all went to sleep and I was left to my mind. It's not pretty.
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AuthorHey y'all, this is really emo. It's also really old. I'm in high school now, so if you're reading this, please stop, as it's very cringy. I'm 14 now, by the way. Archives
September 2018
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