TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm/suicide
I lay, almost dizzy, in my bed. my parents have been screaming for hours and I've finally managed to block it out and escape to my head. but my head isn't something I can escape to. my head isn't a safe place. my head is a war zone of depressing and violent thoughts that leave me feeling worthless and full of hatred for myself.
"nobody cares about you"
"nobody would notice if you died"
"you aren't worth anything"
"you don't have any friends"
"you don't deserve to live"
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD" I scream running to the bathroom, eyes blurred and filled with hot tears. I grab my razor and watch the blood run down my wrist as my heartbeat slows. I glance at the clock. 4:53 a.m.
"shit." I mutter looking at my battlefield of a wrist. I have to go to school soon, and I need at least 30 minutes of sleep so I collapse onto the bathroom floor, slowly falling asleep.
