I hate myself.
I want to tear my skin apart the way a kid tears open their Christmas present in the morning. The only difference is, the parents of that child will laugh and smile but the parents of me would scream in horror at the blood seeping down my arms and legs.
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The Dark and Scary
Poetry"When people ask you how you feel, they don't actually mean you're feeling. People don't want to know the dark and scary" -sad multifandom These are words I'm too afraid to tell anyone I know. **these are my thoughts and if I use others words I wi...
