My late night thoughts

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 I lay there in the dark curled in a ball hugging my hands into

my knees to feel safe again.

My head touching the floor tears flowing side ways across my face

dripping on to the carpet. This is a usual occurrence in the latter

hours of the day. It's a sort of numbing sadness that fills me at

night . I can only assume it has to do with the insistent pounding in

my skull and the thoughts flowing through my mind. Knowing that you

are alone and forgotten in the universe is one the scariest thoughts

that I think. To be alone truly alone is terrifying . I've never been

able to be a self sufficient person. Still a hopeless romantic when

neglected I panic and stress till the point where I self destruct. I

suppose I have always had self destructive personality . Thinking of

ways I could easily make the pain stop thousands of ways I could could

write a informational book on how one can kill themselves. This all

started at a very young age being so obsessed with death that is . As

long as I've ever been able to remember the idea of suicide has felt

so much more simple then life. The only comfort I have ever known is

that il one day be ended. See the strange thing about my purging with

death is that I fear pain and I fear what's beyond death. As I said

before the scariest thought is being alone so my self destructive

tendencies have never been a plus . Oh what a catch is the suicidal

girl with scarred skin and no promise ! I put all my hope into those I

love with I can say very confidently is not healthy but I have never

cared what is healthy for myself. The ones I love never seem to

understand my exact feeling because I put up a wall of smiles and

sunshine. They ignorantly go about their life's paying no attention to

me when I need and crave their love and attention. That is all that

keeps me living .And Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin, and

searching for a reason for why

I feel this empty. Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged

in my ribcage.

Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 13, 2014 ⏰

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