Suicide Notes

note 03

I can't function.

I want to be someone else,

the emptiness crawls up my skin,

it hurts, it numbs me to a point where I need the blade,

the blood,

the sting,

to bring me back;

I struggle with hiding the wounds I inflected upon myself,

with the aftermath I can never handle on my own,

and which no one else does.

I can't do it anymore,

watching my pale skin fill up with lines for every voice,

every thought,

every poisonous 'what if',

that I listened to;

I can't watch my eyes hollow

I can't look at myself in the mirror,

watching the life drain out of me,

and I can't live like this anymore.

It hurts, it numbs me to point where I can't.