There were times this night I wanted to rip apart my skin bit by bit.
I wanted to scream at the blank, expressionless wall.
There have been times in this night I wanted to cut so deep that I would leave a stain or a scar
There has been times where I wanted to grab that rope and tie it up and it to leave me dangling there blank,emotionless, and pale.
Just swinging back and forth until it stoped and just stood there fast asleep.
There has been times where I kept weighing myself over, over, and over again seeing if that stupid number would change.
It never did.
There were times this night where I sobbed and sobbed where then I was unable to weep no more.
Then there were times where I would blame everything on me.
The leftover mascara running down that sad, fat, worthless face.
Then there was that one time where I just sat in the complete silence of this empty house.
I can't control my mental issues.
They control me.
They tell me how to feel.
I'm nothing.
