When you don't eat,
Shake your leg,
Cry,
Stress,
Count your steps,
Harm yourself,
Use headphones to silence yourself,
Isolate yourself,
Have death threats of getting hit by a car,
I think about it.
No, really,
I think about it.
Too much, it's kinda my thing.
Everything is your fault.
When they cry or have panic attacks,
It me. Isn't it?
I tremble, my fingers fiddle.
Guilt.
I hate it.
It's part of me.
But why.
Why now?
Why not ever before?
Just now, alone.
standing her alone.
Feeling untrusted,
Everything seems like my doing.
I want to help, but how?
Is it something I said?
What happened.
What happened to me.
YOU ARE READING
random shit and thoughts
De TodoThis is a vent page, so if you a stranger I don't recommend reading although so many strangers have read this already. I'm sorry, never vented b4 lol. Have fun ig? 😭
