things i keep to myself

3.

(tw: reference to self harm, suicide, and drugs)

in no way am i trying to promote these things, this is a vent poem)

as the walls cave in
i wanna die
the scars on my skin
the only time i can escape is when i'm high

i miss the moments in my life
where i could feel the love
now all i have is my lighter and knife
don't tell me to pray to the man above

i feel my skin crawing
anxiety filling up my brain
i feel like i'm falling
i think i'm going insane

sometimes i wanna end it all
i might so sorry if i miss your call