The pills slid down my throat with ease just like everyday. Anti-depressants that's what the pills are. They say that I'm broken but I say I just see the world in its true colors. All the bad in the world I can see. I am so tired I'm so very tired. My wrists are screaming for me to stop. But it lets me release some of the pain. The pain, the guilt, the hopelessness, it hurts.
I feel so worthless. I hate myself. I hate my body,my face, my personality. I hate me.
"Your fine, it's normal. It's just a phase." They say
Is it normal to want to die , to wish you had never been born. To cry yourself to sleep every single night. To slice your own skin. To lay in bed staring at the ceiling just feeling numb. No tears come because your not sad. Your just numb. You feel nothing at this point no more pain can come because your at your limit. So you just feel nothing at all. Imagine that. Is that normal. Is it.
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
