Here's all the Pain you Caused.

Normal People Don't Want to Die (poem)

You asked me if I ever thought of hurting myself.
I rubbed my thigh and tried to speak but the lump in my throat didn't let me. So I looked away and nodded a no.
You smiled at me and said its so sad that some people are so mad that they have the guts to destroy their own body.
You said they should calm down and breathe before they punch a damn wall.
You said that you have gone through so much pain and never felt the tendency to slit your wrists.
Funnily enough i'd say that that couldn't have been much pain at all.
And only then I realized that maybe it's not normal for bleeding thighs to satisfy you.
That normal people don't wash blood off their hands daily.
That people let their wounds heal.
They don't try to smother themselves with pillows just for the fun of it.
They don't think that bruises are pretty.
NORMAL PEOPLE
DONT
WANT
TO
DIE
And neither do you.
So stop telling me about your pain, because I can't handle my own and everyone just keeps pouring theirs on top of me.
I cant handle my own self hatred, so stop pleading me to love you. I don't know how long I can do this for.
BECAUSE I GUESS ITS JUST SO SAD
THAT IM SO MAD
THAT I HAVE THE GUTS TO DESTROY MY OWN BODY.