I'm all choked up.
I cannot talk.
I got a fucked up brain.
And fucked up thoughts.
I thought I was okay.
But then I guess not.
Hope you know this is all your fault.
I want you to feel bad when you go to sleep.
I hope you're sad when you remember me.
And feel bad for me.
All you did to me.
I hope you lie their in your misery.
*okay this is the last one I swear*
[TW: SUICIDE, SUIDICAL THOUGHTS, PHYSICAL HARMING THOUGHTS]
Honestly, if I start physically harming, or like act different. People will care.
And I think that'll be the first time people will actually care for me in irl.