Pov You Went To Select Mental Illness On Character Creator And Accidently Clicked Select All Whoops.
Pov you went to select mental illness on character creator and accidently clicked select all whoops.
(Not all I guess. Just-- alot.)
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i have the urge to hurt myself every single day. it's all i think about and yet i don't. and then i hate myself for not doing so.
I feel... wrong for not being covered in scars and not taking control of the uncontrollable. i don't know how to explain it
I’d be more lovable dead
Wilted Flowers
They’re pretty, but I’m afraid to touch them— I know they’ll crumble the moment I do.
I think they’re beautiful. Beautiful because they don’t last. Beautiful because they’re broken.
And I like shattered glass: the way it reflects anything you shine on it, the way I can see myself in the pieces— not whole, but fragmented.
I know I’ll bleed when I reach to touch it, drip the contents of my heart across smooth faces and edges that seldom forget.
And I like coffee. I drink it with cream to soften the bitterness. But I never add sugar— too much sweetness makes me sick.
It keeps me up when I should be asleep, telling secrets I should’ve kept, dreading the grinds at the bottom of the cup.
But I guess some things aren’t meant to be held for long— they bruise, or cut, or run out the moment you reach out to hold them.
I don’t mind so much.
Because wilted flowers aren’t soft... but they are pretty.
My younger self would be so disappointed that we’re still here
i want to get my shit together so badly
i also want to just give up
Me in the mirror on a daily basis
Ahh no dont kill yourself ahhh you're too sexy
In oceans deep, where the darkness grows
I’ve built a wall, a heart of stone
No whispering winds, no embers glow
I choose the dark, I walk alone
No visitors allowed
No exit to leave
What’s done is done
In solitude, I choose me
every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier
growing up is terrifying i wasn’t supposed to make it this far and now my future depends on me and i have to make wise choices and decisions and i’m just sitting here like a clueless little kid
the “i wanna go home” never leaves my head even when i’m physically sitting in my bed
life fuxking sucks man he him/ I post shit about my horrid mental health. and write potery. general tw of my blog
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