I can't cope anymore.
I need to slit my skin.
No, I want to.
How bad of a person does that make me?
I know I'm a disturbing human being.
How could I do that?
How could I want to do that to myself?
I'm not fully sure.
All I know is that my skin aches for my blades.
Every second hurts.
I need my anesthesia.
*So as you can tell I'm not doing so well. I was doing 10x better, but I think it's because I was subconsciously ignoring all the negativity. I can only do that for so long till I relapse. I feel a relapse coming on. Why do I feel a weird sense of comfort?*
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My Mind.
PoesíaNo one is quite fixable. We just need to find the beauty in our ugliness. That will be how we overcome this world.
