I haven’t felt like this in a really long time.
The urge to self-harm is stronger than ever and I can’t even bring myself to putting the blade to my skin because I’m scared of the scars it’ll leave behind. Scars to remind me of the pain I’m in. I’ve had this feeling before. It was so long ago. I’ve fucked up so hard, but now it’s just a cold pain. Something that hurts more mentally and physically. I’m just going to die on the inside and leave the outside untouched. My wounds will just continuously be from the inside.












