Them: Where do you see yourself in a couple years?
Me: Dead or in a mental institution

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@sinnerali
Them: Where do you see yourself in a couple years?
Me: Dead or in a mental institution
Them: Where do you see yourself in a couple years?
Me: Dead or in a mental institution
I’m surprised I’m still alive cause boy theses few years been rough 😔
I just want to feel important
I just want to feel loved
I just want to feel cared
I just want to feel happy
I just want to feel everything
But this pain
-sinnerAli
I put this look on my face
A face that says “ ask me if I’m ok”
Hoping that someone would ask me
“Are you ok?”
So I can cry and say “No!”
“Please help me, I’m dying inside”
-sinnerAli
The problem
I’m always the problem
I do anything, it’s a problem
I say anything, it’s a problem
I tried to be somebody else
& its still a problem
Everything I do is a fucking problem
Confused why I was put on this earth
If all I’m good at is causing problems
-sinnerali
my bad thoughts are back
The thoughts are back & its worse than before
I feel like a junkie in rehab
Fighting to get clean (probably for a love one)
But occasionally relapse
See a junkie do drugs
I just burn
I burn my skin till there’re blisters ready to pop
Help me
-sinnerali
its always there
Inside voice
If eyes are the windows to the soul how come no one can see I’m dying inside
Nobody really understands the shit I’m going through everyday
anyone else feel like they’re too fucked up to be loved and cared about?