❝I visualized inserting the blades into my eyes this morning. Removing my sight, then focusing on my life, bringing the blade to press against my wrist. I long to embrace death's sweet kiss. I need something more than all of this. Heading in for a shift, with suicide on my mind. Everything should be fine, but everyone knows that's a lie.❞
Friday, June 15, 2018
11:16 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poésie{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
