Dangerous Mind

This Feeling

There's a feeling I get when I'm watching blood drip down from the deep gashes in my sanity that show up on my arm. A dark, sick feeling. Dark, suffocating colors with putrid yellow at the center, screaming at me to stop, while at the same time telling me Don't you dare. You deserve this. You need this. And who am I to disagree?
The feeling has only approached me at those times, when I'm hurting myself. When I'm in a dark, dark dream, and I'm not allowed to escape. Sometimes I want to. Sometimes I don't. It doesn't matter, because I can't. Those colors keep me there, keep me hurting, keep the blood flowing out of my veins.

But now, they're whispering to me in the light, to. They're reaching out from the dream, and trying to pull me back in.

I don't want to go back.

I want to go back so badly.

I'm terrified.

I'm yearning.

I'm empty.

I just want to sleep forever.

I want to wake up.

Wake me up.

Please, someone,

Please -

~❤