I'm smiling with my friends, laying my ass off, having the time of my life. Everything is amazing, right?
Wrong.
Deep down inside your skin is itching to feel a blade ripped across it. You want to feel the blood dripping down your arm, you want to feel your skin open, you want to feel that pain.
Because you can't feel anything else. You've gone numb.
You want to tear the shit out of your skin to see if you can even feel anymore.
You want to cut, to bleed, to feel.
But you can't.
You know it's wrong.
But honestly...what's stopping you anymore. You and your girlfriend broke up and she's fucking losing it, you're losing your friends, your dad doesn't care about you anymore, you have no one to talk to anymore.
Why wouldn't you want to cut.
You fucking deserve it.
What are you waiting for.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts.
PoetryThis is not a story, this isn't a happy fan-fiction. this is me looking for somewhere to write down and post the thoughts I can't/don't want to say out loud. this is definitely copying what my friend Tyler (@darkestdaes) is doing but oh well, i like...
