It's a little strange to me how I sit in class and imagine killing myself in the most traumatising way. I think it might be because no-one knows what I'm thinking about. No-one in my English class knew I was thinking about cutting open the girl sat next to me stomach and ripping out her guts. No-one in my maths class knew I was daydreaming about slitting my wrists and bleeding out on the desktop. No-one in my ethics class knew I was debating whether or not to take a shit ton pills just before my next class so I'd pass out at some random point in the lesson. Just imagine if someone could see my thoughts - I think they'd be a bit concerned. I don't know why I'm like this and I often think I'm a horrible person for thinking such thoughts.
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night time poetry
Poetry*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined They will get better and most will be triggering I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete Please v...
