Why must I always fight with my mind
Why must I be so destructive I don't see the point in the breaths I take
What difference does my existence make
Can you teach me how to smile for a little while
Can you make me feel something real
You may be the tool I need to heal
I'm so set on ruining myself
So I'll pretend I don't need your help
Deep inside I'm dying
Crying out for you
Sometimes I wish you knew
This pain runs deep and I just can't stop
Made a mess get the mop
Just a little blood shed
Still I wish I was dead
Sorry you had to see
A self destructive me
A/N I know I've written to about being self destructive before but lately that's how I've felt with all that went on since my grandma passed I just feel so broken alone I'm a mess and I'm pushing people away I'm trying not to let this darkness win over me but...I never thought it'd be this hard... finding the will to get out of bed is starting to become a constant struggle and I'm not sure if I'll make it through but I'm trying....
