Oh, what a cruel fate

21/he/they DNI: MINORS | CW: Gore & Dead Dove

[suicidalidealization]

INTRODUCTION

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[suicidalidealization]

In a Situationship with God

I've left you a long time ago yet I find you still lingering in my life.

People ask about you the way they ask about an old lover, as if it's a sensitive topic.

I find myself getting reminded of you, wherever I go.

Sometimes I remember how I cursed at you, and how you turned your back on me. The times where I cried to you at night. Asking what's wrong, what's wrong with me.

What sin could I wash away.

I cried, and I begged.

[mikkie58]

i wonder if self harm and masturbation are even distinguishable in a case like this

[number-1-newfag-fan]

Number One Newfag Fan

[veiledaffection]

i want to ruin you for everyone else . i want you to hear me , see me , taste me , feel me , and smell me every waking moment of your life .

[suicidalidealization]

I want to be inside you—under skin,

where heat and rot and need begin.

Where blood goes thick, where breath goes wrong,

where pain has lived for far too long.

Let me crawl inside where the organs scream,

where your hurt pools thick and obscene.

I’ll wear your pain like a second skin,

let it rot on me, let it sink in.

Let me carve my name into your sinews,

let it bleed with you, let it stick to my skin.

I don’t care for clean, I don’t care for healed—

I want the ache, the sticky, the raw, revealed.

I’ll stitch myself into your open chest,

bite down hard where it hurts you best.

Let me drown in the mess you keep,

the marrow, the bile, the grief you bleed

So let me stay. Let me cling.

Let me be your disgusting little thing.

If love’s a wound that won’t improve,

then let it fester. Let it prove

I chose you wrong. I chose you raw.

I chose you down to tooth, no law.

Till there’s no me, no you—just flesh,

ruined together, warm and fresh.

[suicidalidealization]

I love you the way blood loves a cut—

immediately, without thinking,

rushing to the place that hurt you most

just to prove it still knows where you are.

If loving you means staining myself,

then let me be marked.

Let your sorrow soak into my sleeves,

let your anger bruise my ribs,

let me be the place your wounds rest

when they get tired of screaming.

I don’t want you clean.

I don’t want you fixed.

I want you breathing, bleeding, here—

heart still kicking against the cage,

alive enough to hurt,

alive enough to love me back

I love you like a body aches to be split,

like ribs pried open just to feel something hit.

Like blood pouring out with nowhere to go,

still reaching, still begging, still saying don’t let me go.

I want to press my hands into your wound,

feel the heat, the slick, the pulse coming loose.

I want your blood on my mouth, my chin,

not for hunger—for proof I’m let in.

[iiryebreadii]

tragic: tumblr user develops new obsession(s) with media that none of their mutuals know or care about