PoV: you had to promise yourself that you would double the amount of cuts that are on your wrist and make them even deeper, so you can lay down on your bed.
11.10.2022
You promised yourself to double the cuts and you don't mean to randomly get some more cuts, no, you mean that you will count all the cuts, not including the healed ones, and do the exact amount of cuts. That's what it takes for you to get in your bed, to be able to hide under your two blankets with one of your stuffies.
You feel so lonely, you have noone to share your storytime that kinda made you feel better for a second and that will stay in your mind forever with. Noone would listen to you and you just get away from them even more by pushing yourself away with your thoughts and feelings.
W
ith all the words inside your head,with all the words unsaid.
All the pain you have to feel with, because noone would listen to you, to all the words unsaid.
Drowning, that's what you're feeling like at the moment, drowning in all the words unsaid.
You hide yourself behind a mask you built for yourself way to long ago, hide behind all the words unsaid.
They talk so much, so loudly and you want to say something, but they would just overtone you so there will be more and more of all the words unsaid.
Only one cut, one more cut that's what you say, one cut for one of all the words unsaid.
You want someone to care, to notice and to hear all the words that aren't spoken, someone who saves you.
But no-one will, because those words are part of all the things unsaid.
"Help me."
YOU ARE READING
Help me
RandomTW Das hier ist wahrscheinlich nichts für Menschen, denen es psychisch nicht gut geht, die mit Depression, Ängsten oder irgendwas in dieser Richtung zu tun haben! Großteils sind es Gedanken und Situation, Texte die aus dem Moment heraus entstehen...
