I cannot do this anymore
I cannot hide them anymore
The cuts that gash into my skin
Making me in-pure and mutilated
I'm sick. Because I think this is how its supposed to be
Getting better wasn't ever the option
Dealing with the fact that I'm broken
That's the true answer
To accept that I'm a failure
That's the true accusation
So when i go crazy from this life
Just know
I hid that crazy for years and years
Could've been longer
But my demons wanted out
Those demons thrashed and tried to claw out for years and years
The demons who I finally set free
And the kid. Friend. Or sibling you once knew
Oh.
He's long gone
He has been for awhile
He was a masquerade
For making people call him names
For bringing him to his breaking point
You did this
Not me
Not him
You're abusive words and actions
They fractured his shattering soul
The soul he's worked years upon years to fix with glitter and glue
But your last shove was all it took
Now he's come undone
He's unwound
He's broken
He's the monster he's always been afraid he'd become
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
