TW: Thoughts of s/h, thoughts of death
(Its called CARE btw)
Yeah I can be a happy person as long as I have someone there
To feed me the dopamine and serotonin I require
But as soon as I'm alone I guarantee those feelings, they expire
When people ask how I am I make up a lie
I say "oh I'm fine"
But in truth?
I'm so tired of being tired
On the outside I'm alive
But on the inside?
Sometimes I wish those scissors, they were sharper
Sometimes I wish I pressed, just a little harder
Being alone gives me anxiety
I cant stand what's inside of me
Some people ask "what's the bother?"
I usually brush it off but...
Sometimes i just hate my mother
Sometimes i wish i didnt have a flaky father
Because neither of them are there for me
I have nobody who cares for me
I could grab a knife right now and nobody would grieve for me
Why am i alive?
Because my mother would cherish every second I was gone
My father wouldn't notice
And my boyfriend? He wouldnt either.
And in truth?
I'm so tired of being tired
On the outside I'm alive
But on the inside?
Sometimes I wish those scissors, they were sharper
Sometimes I wish I pressed, just a little harder
If I died?
My mother would cherish every second I was gone
My father wouldnt notice
And my boyfriend?
He
Wouldnt
CARE
YOU ARE READING
WTFFFFF(vent Book)
Randomjust random thoughts(tw: sewer slide, sadness, just not fun stuff)