I hide what my brain tells me in the night, I hide it from my friends who swear they're here for me.
The thoughts make me want to shove my fingers down my throat, they make me want to tear my skin off, they make me want to pick my hair out one by one. I want to bleed, because maybe if I bleed enough I'll be okay.
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RandomThis is for like sad things that I think throughout the day and art stuff and like I might include poetry I don't know. It won't be interesting or anything it's just going to be here for my vents when I really need it or something. I really don't kn...
