Joshler [One shots]

I hate me. -Tyler

Tyler looked at himself and frowned, all his flaws and misplacments to himself show. He's imperfect but isn't everyone. No, his imperfect was different, no one understood it. He looked, and looked until words started swarming his mind, making himself cry. Tyler just looked at himself and cried, knowing he's messed up and he is messed up and he's unable to fix it. What if he was gone. Tyler thought, he looked to his left, then right. Searching for 'it'.

Soon enough, Tyler sat there on the couch, everything quiet, him face to face with the tiny bit of metal, starting to yern the feeling of it digging into his skin, it slowly going deeper and ripping his skin apart.

He realized that he wasn't yerning that feeling, he was experiencing it. He snapped back to reality, his arm bleeding on the couch and his blanket. He smiled, his tears disappearing, and more blood appearing.

/AN: This was a few days ago how I honestly felt,, so yeah but yeah not a Ty and JISH one but yknow/