"Oh My Fine!" Yeah Please Excuse Me While I Go Did Through My Mother's Medicine Cabinet To Collect Pills

I want to go back to a time when no one cared so I could destroy myself without feeling guilty

Pretty like blood in snow

Pretty like feathers in a vase

Pretty like dried flowers

Pretty like art of bones

Pretty like decaying fleah

Pretty like rotting stones

Pretty like tired nights

Pretty like dying leaves

Pretty like broken glass

Pretty like bleach stains on a black shirt

Pretty and fragile

Pretty and gone

at this point, sinking back into my depression is like a warm hug. finding comfort in this is sadness is so natural. i know i was meant to feel this.

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

i want to get my shit together so badly

i also want to just give up

overestimating how much you mean to someone really fucks you in the head

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.

How do I stop existing without kms

Kill meeee i cant do this shitttt its all to much