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@thewords-left-unsaid
Hey, it's been many many years since I've opened this account. It does get better.
I hate myself
So I cut my hair
No one will ever hate me as much as I hate myself. Therefore, I don’t give a damn about what you think of me.
Me, watching the boy I love, stop liking me and start talking to someone else: Wow, now that was a lot of damage.
I want to be wanted
Make sure to write ‘Unlovable’ on my grave.
When I was a kid, I used to get horrible stomach pains, like all kids do when they eat something they shouldn’t have or had too many sweets.
Those stomach cramps were the worst pain I had ever been in. Having been a child I had yet to feel anything horrible so those stomach pains made me think I was dying.
I remember lying on the floor of my bathroom, writhing around, crying begging God for it to stop.
But it didn’t.
And I remember thinking, if I just stabbed myself through the stomach with a knife, the pain would go away.
And thus, the idea that death will make the pain stop was planted into my head.
Now, whenever I’m in pain, my first instinct is to kill myself.
The only thing keeping me going right now is the idea that if everything goes wrong, I can always just kill myself.
I’d rather die-
Anxiety
A winding path
Full of bumps and bruises
What if she chooses
Wrong
Will she deal with the aftermath
of her mistakes
Will she deal with the aches
The pain that over takes
Her explosive mind
A coherent thought impossible to find
Anxiety corrupts
Building till it erupts
Yet a body cannot explode
Only implode
On itself
- TheWords-Left-Unsaid
The break
From everything
School again
I was doing so well
So well
I don’t want it to get bad again
I don’t want to regret waking up each morning
I don’t want to be in pain again
I was fine
I was doing so well
It’s one of those days where everything is too loud
It’s one of those days when the urge to sleep forever is strong
It’s one of those days when music that makes you cry shows up on recommended
It’s one of those days when your chest aches for something that isn’t even real anymore
It’s one of those days
Again
Hmm imagine suddenly loosing interest in everything that ever made you happy 🙄
I am either
Too much
Or not enough
As the pieces stack up,
One by one, I drown
No way to release, no way to swim
Unless...
I relapse
Now mental pain becomes crimson scars
Dear teachers,
I’m sorry I didn’t get the homework done
I didn’t think I would make it through the night
I fell asleep not planning on waking up
Thank you,
A student who is drowning
Sobbing is so exhausting.