*trigger warning
I cry myself to sleep every night and wish never to wake up.
I argue with my family and then lock myself up.
I'm tired of slitting my wrist and I am tired of watching crimson leak from my wounds.
I want to die.
The pain I feel is inevitable and I want it to go away.
I need it to go away.
So when you cry tears because I've been admitted in the hospital I don't feel sorry for you.
You're the one who caused this.
You created me.
I am a monster to myself and you're the cause of this.
The only thing I wanted was your support.
My dreams died along with your permission.
But why did I request your thoughts on the issue of being myself?
Why did I ask?
I let you ruin me.
I allowed you to treat me like the dirt under your feet.
I made you walk over me.
These scars are just what you left behind
©Zeneisha Smith ⏺⏺⏺2018
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