"When I was younger nobody would tell me that when I get older I would have these thoughts. Nobody told me that everytime something would go wrong my first thought would be that I should just end it. Nobody for sure told me that I would find the thought of dragging a blade across my skin pleasing, or that the fact that I don't scar easily would make me sad, because I'm too afraid to ask for help in any other way. Nobody prepared me for the dark days in my life, they only offered help when I was drowning in a pit of my own darkness. Maybe it's because they didn't want to scare me but that's why you should've told me early because when I was kid I was scared yeah but as I grew older I would learn that I could conquer my fear. But here I sit wondering why I'm so selfish because I want to end my pain, in which way I'm not sure and I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming me because I was the one who opened the door for darkness to come swirling in and try to suffocate. I'm just here trying not to get to close to anyone because I don't want to be seen as weak. I'm afraid of help, because darkness was there for me when the light in my life wasn't."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
