I Thought I Was At My Lowest But Holy Shit It Gets Lower

Haha

Real

i just wanna fucking slice my wrists till i bleed to death

"How do you cope with your disorders?"

I don't.

When I die

Will you look for me in the sunset

As the light drains from the sky

And the stars creep in

Will you look for me in the sunset

As colors come and go

And time slows

Will you look for me in the sunset

As I watch you grow old

And move on

Will you look for me in the sunset

Because then mabye

I could feel beutiful

i’m not getting better anyways so why not get worse

the “i wanna go home” never leaves my head even when i’m physically sitting in my bed

Shut up, I know others have it worse.

I know I’m a horrible person.

I know that I deserve my poisoned mind.

I know that I’m not worth anything.

I know that I deserve everything that’s coming for my life and my throat.

I know that no one will ever want me.

I know that I’m ugly.

I know that I’ll never be loved by a stranger.

I know that I don’t deserve to complain.

I know that I’m privileged.

Goddamnit, I fucking know that I deserve these thoughts, that I deserve to die and, god, I know that I should’ve never been born to begin with.

So shut the fuck up.

forced to say “it’s okay!” Instead of throwing a fucking chair at their head

Tw sh talk

I need to slit my wrists

I need to watch the blood run down my arm

I need to watch my skin forced apart

I need to feel the stinging as I slice my flesh open

The release as pain is the only thing I feel

I need to watch the scars form

I need to feel the sting when I shower

The pain as it rubbs against my clothes

For this is my punishment isn't it

How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.