suiside.depression.selfharm.

you hear that noise?

yeah thats me screaming.

heartbroke.

unlovable.

something i wana abandon.

tear drop crawling?

wait no thats blood crawling down my arm from the scrapes of my skins pushing against the surface of my body.

the sharp point reaching my skin.

that last thought.

that last suiside attempt.

that last nightmare.

does anybody see what its doing to me.

remember that girl you knew at the first year of secondary school?

shes gone.

shes never coming back.

now theres just me.

depressive.

hurt.

suisidal.

unlovable.

does anyone protect her when shes up in her room with those thoughts,

should i cut?

would anyone shout at me?

would anyone care if i was gone?

and then you just do it.

that blade will meet your skin another time along with a tear down your face.

-peach x