𝗦𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛; 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

it was fall

tw: selfharm

It was fall when i wanted to cut ever part of myself until I would swim in my own blood, in this blood that doesn't deserve to bleed like this.

because my sick sad brain thought that i deserved it, that I deserved all the pain and ugliness in the world, that I deserved nothing but pain.

It was fall when i wanted to get lost in a world i feared more than everything because i lost the most important thing in my life years ago, myself.

It wasnt just fall when i wanted to cut myself like this.

And It wasnt just in fall when i wanted to get lost.

I wanted all of this every day, like it was cursed in my soul.