wow don't read if you're really sad like me and don't wanna get sad(der)
and it's almost three in the morning and I've got to wake up at six and I've been crying for twenty minutes because I just want to die, I do the same shit everyday no one would notice. maybe they'll notice when I'm dead. but the point is I've stopped crying and now I'm getting that pounding headache you get after you cry and my arms are scratched up because I sleep on a bunk bed and I didn't feel like getting off of it and getting the razor from the bathroom or even the pills because that's what I really wanted to do. wow being sad sucks because you feel trapped under water and you can't swim and nobody wants to help you because WHO would care if you were gone. I'm still typing and it's ten to three and I'm calmed down, and maybe I'll fall asleep and make it through another day before this happens again.
+ hey that's my picture I took yesterday in the box !¡!¡
well it's 2;59 I think and I literally typed this up on my phone while I was crying and spilled all my feelings and this is awkward because people from my school read my shit and they're gonna see me tomorrow and think wow she's very suicidal (??) ++when I have purple bags under my eyes because I never fell asleep. thank god I never got out of my bunk bed because this probably wouldn't have been typed up wow I'm rambling ok I'm sorry bye
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
